Hanging out with her friend did wonders for her mood, so they hit the shops that afternoon and even blocked off time for the next day.
Mia figured a packed schedule like that would chase away the nagging worries gnawing at her heart...
But she'd underestimated the tangle of her own emotions.
After parting ways, bags dangling from her hands, she returned to the hotel. Alone in the quiet, her thoughts drifted back to the one person she shouldn't be thinking about.
Perched on the bed's edge, she stared at the empty room, its stark walls mirroring the hollow ache in her chest.
Loneliness settled over her like a fog, her spirits dipping low. Yet she felt no urge to call William—not even a flicker.
Just the memory of him twisted her insides into knots.
Why reach out and make it worse?
For the first time since she had known him, she questioned herself. Was this way of loving him even right?
