I just swept up the shattered glass, wondering how I’d gotten so caught up in a woman who couldn’t care less about me, wondering how a night could do such a one-eighty in such a short amount of time. Maybe Gemma wasn’t different at all. Maybe she was just like everyone else. And maybe, though it stung my chest like a branding iron, I needed to do just what she wanted me to. I needed to let her go.
