The next morning, my eyes are sore and my head pounds from a day of crying followed by a restless night.
A part of me can’t believe I did it. I want to snatch up my phone and call Julian and tell him I’m sorry and I didn’t mean what I said. But that would be a lie. Because the other part of me is relieved. I have been let down by him so many times. Last night was the last straw.
After I’m dressed and ready for the day, I’m about to head to Grace’s room when there’s a soft knock at my door.
My heart freezes, afraid it might be Julian, but if it is him, he would have barged in by now. Instead, I answer it to Adrian in the doorway, holding a steaming cup of coffee with a dash of cream. Just how I like it.
He offers me the mug, his brow creased with concern.
“How are you feeling?” He
