Monica's POV
My friends' jaws collectively dropped when I revealed I'd snuck out of Morris's place before dawn, leaving nothing but a goodbye note on his pillow.
"So that's it? You think a farewell letter will make him forget you and move on?" Michelle leaned forward, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. "Meanwhile, you're sitting here looking like someone died."
I clutched my wine glass tighter. "The pain is even worse now. It's like I've ripped off a bandage but the wound underneath is still bleeding."
Lily shook her head. "Honey, what you two have is rare. The electricity when you're in the same room? The way his eyes follow you everywhere? That man is head over heels."
"Monica, be honest," Aisha's voice softened. "Are you really ready to throw it all away?"
I stared into my wine, watching the crimson liquid swirl. "I don't know if I can get past what he did."
