Jules’ P.O.V.
Two whole months had passed, since I had received Drake’s last rose. The unsettling silence from that man, an obsessive stalker who had plagued my life, seemed to have finally vanished. By now, I even dared to believe that he was gone for good, especially since that night when Koda went after him. Koda never told me what had happened during that night, and part of me was grateful for that. All I knew was that I was safe, and the persistent dread that had once gnawed at my sanity was now nothing more but a fading memory. Right now, I could finally be myself again.
The morning sun was filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow through Koda’s apartment. It was a Saturday, and I was getting ready for Jenna’s bachelorette party. My best friend was getting married, and I
