And then he walked out of the closet without looking back at me. Just like he’d walked out of my life the first time. Without a care in the world about the destruction he was leaving in his wake. I heard the apartment door close. And I fell to my knees sobbing. I hated him. I missed him. I hated how much I still missed him. I pulled my knees into my chest as I sobbed. Tanner Rhodes was alive. And I was an idiot. Because I still loved him. Almost as much as I hated him.
