Chapter 47

It’s been three days since the slap.

Three days since I walked out and left him in that car like a ghost choking on his own guilt.

He said I’m sorry once. Followed by You made me do it.

Typical.

I didn’t block him. Didn’t delete his messages. I wanted him to see the blue ticks. Wanted him to know I read every word and still chose not to answer.

When I see him again, I don’t even recognize the man