Josie
I couldn't tell what I was fighting anymore — my heart, my body, or the foolish part of me that still wanted to believe in Thorne. Every time I tried to think clearly, his scent clouded my judgment, his voice muddled my sense of reason.
But I wasn't weak. Not anymore.
"Josie," Thorne muttered, running a hand through his hair as though trying to untangle the mess he'd made between us. "I told you I'm listening now. I swear I—"
"Stop swearing and start doing," I cut him off sharply. "You've said enough."
He froze, his jaw tightening. The room was heavy with silence — that thick, unbearable kind that made every breath sound too loud. I turned from him, pressing my palm against the cold windowpane, and for a second, the reflection staring back at me wasn't my own.
It was her.
Carolyn.
My stomach turned.
I remembered the afternoon so vividly it still made my chest ache.
*Flashback*
