Chapter no 12
Chapter Twelve “What are you doing to those poor flowers?” Allysa asks from behind me. I clamp another silver washer closed and slide it down the stem. “Steampunk.” We both stand back and admire the bouquet. At least . . . I hope she’s looking at it with admiration. It turned out better than I […]
Chapter no 11
Chapter Eleven I curl up in my bed and stare at it. I’m almost finished with it. There aren’t very many more entries. I pick up the journal and place it on the pillow beside me. “I’m not going to read you,” I whisper. Although, if I read what’s left, I’ll be finished. Having seen […]
Chapter no 10
Chapter Ten “Can I ask you a personal question?” Allysa nods as she perfects a bouquet of flowers about to go out for delivery. We’re three days away from our grand opening, and it just keeps getting busier by the day. “What is it?” Allysa asks, facing me. She leans into the counter and starts […]
Chapter no 9
Chapter Nine I drop the journal on my chest. I’m surprised to feel tears running down my cheeks. Every time I pick up this journal I think I’ll be fine—that it all happened so long ago and I won’t still feel what I felt back then. I’m such a sap. It gives me this longing […]
Chapter no 8
Chapter Eight “We need to talk,” Lucy says. She’s sitting on the couch, mascara streaked down her cheeks. Oh, shit. I drop my purse and rush over to her. As soon as I sit down next to her, she starts crying. “What’s wrong? Did Alex break up with you?” She starts shaking her head and […]
Chapter no 7
Chapter Seven “Stop fidgeting,” Devin says. “I’m not fidgeting.” He loops his arm through mine as he walks me toward the elevator. “Yes, you are. And if you pull that top up over your cleavage one more time, it’ll defeat the whole purpose of your little black dress.” He grabs my top and yanks it […]
Chapter no 6
Chapter Six It’s been fifty-three days since Ryle walked out of my apartment that morning. Which means it’s been fifty-three days since I’ve heard from him. But that’s okay, because for the last fifty-three days, I’ve been too busy to really give him much thought as I prepared for this moment. “Ready?” Allysa says. I […]
Chapter no 5
Chapter Five Ryle was correct. It only took a few days for my ankle to feel good enough that I could walk on it again. I waited a full week before attempting to leave my apartment, though. The last thing I need is to reinjure it. Of course the first place I went was to […]
Chapter no 4
Chapter Four It takes me half an hour to make it from my car to my apartment. I called Lucy twice to see if she could help me, but she didn’t answer her phone. When I make it inside my apartment, I’m a little irritated to see her lying on the couch with the phone […]
Chapter no 3
Chapter Three Six months later “Oh.” That’s all she says. My mother turns and assesses the building, running a finger over the windowsill next to her. She picks up a layer of dust and wipes it between her fingers. “It’s . . .” “It needs a lot of work, I know,” I interrupt. I point […]