“I need time,” he says quietly. “Space. I don’t—I can’t wait until I leave in the summer for…for things to change. I need out now.” Rolling my lips together, I nod. “So…no texting? Calling?” He’s shaking his head. “Nothing. I…I need to move on. And I can’t exactly do that when every time I see your name appear on my screen, I’m pulled right back into your orbit.” He pauses. “I won’t be coming back to Shiloh—”
