And then, there he is, standing on the second-floor landing with a sleepy look, and I want to rush up there and throw my arms around his shoulders, tell him it’s all going to be all right. He sees Zoe, and his face melts into relief, only to harden into cool surprise when his gaze drifts to me. “Jane?” he asks. “What are you…”
SEE GIRL HE DON'T WANT YOU
