After a painful breakup, a young woman is hated by the man she still loves for three years. He has no idea that she secretly saved his life, and the truth is buried in hospital records that will one day force him to confront what he did.
Enough. Stop it. Go pick out a new set tomorrow, whatever you want. You're so good to me. His eyes stayed fixed on the crystal scattered across the floor. Give us a minute.
Brooke opened her mouth to argue. One look from him and she shut it. The door clicked shut. I crouched down, gathered the crystal shards into palm, and didn't say a word.
What, Jude treating you that bad? Still holding onto your ex's shit? Get in the car, I'll drive you home. I didn't argue.
Nobody argued with him. The ride was silent until he reached across me to the glove box for his phone charger. Something small and silver slid out. You still have this?
I just forgot to throw it away. We pulled up outside my building. Jude was already there, leaning against his car like he'd been waiting all night. Leave her alone, West.
Don't call me that, you piece of trash. Who do you think you are to lecture me? Stop it, both of you! Still defending him.
Some things never change. He stared at me, stunned. Then he pulled the medallion from his pocket and hurled it into the street. He got back in the car and drove off without looking back.