“I knew you’d show up here,” he says quietly when I appear in front of him. “Why wouldn’t I?” I growl, biting back my rising anger. “Maybe because this is all your fault.” “Are you fucking serious? It’s my fault that Steph is a goddamned psycho?” Yes; yes, it is. “No, it’s your fault that you didn’t come with Tessa to that party in the first place. You should have seen her face when I busted that door in.” He shakes his head as if to rid himself of the memory. My chest tightens. Tessa must not have told him that we aren’t together. Does that mean she’s still holding on, the way that I am?
I really hope not. But obviously yes.
