Jules’ P.O.V.
I sat nervously on the couch inside the B&B, twisting the fabric of my sweater between my fingers. Jenna, my best friend since the second we had met in college, sat across from me, her expression filled with concern and confusion as she looked directly at me once all the men had left the room.
“Jules, what’s going on?” She asked me, her voice soft and filled with worry. I took a deep breath, steeling myself to finally tell her the truth, to finally tell her everything.
“Jenna, there’s something I need to tell you. Something I should have told you the second I knocked on your door when I came here.” I sighed as Jenna leaned forward, her pale blue eyes urging me to continue. And so, I took a deep breath once more, and I did.
“It happened on New Year’s Eve,” I began my voic
