A week after Keelani and I had our last rendezvous in her family’s lilac garden, my phone pinged me her location. She was with Ethan Phillipe at a fucking event. She’d gone back to singing and hanging on Ethan’s arm with my little brother as her best friend. I’d deleted her contact out of my phone, stopped practically stalking her whereabouts then and there. Before that, I’d basically built software to track her every move. So, I cut it all off. I left behind my heart, closed the door on my life with her, and focused on work. I excelled at that.
