August isn't in the mansion, and for some reason, that makes me breathe easier. It's like I can finally sit without feeling like I have to explain myself or tiptoe around someone else's expectations.
"Why don't you travel?" Reece asks over the phone, his voice casual, but I know he's trying to get me out of my head.
"I'm traveling next week," I reply, tugging at the corner of the blanket wrapped around me.
"Travel with August. Go to the Maldives or something," he suggests, like it's the most normal idea in the world. "You didn't start things right with him, but it's not too late, you know? If he's willing to try, if he's actually going to be the husband you deserve... maybe something real can come out of it."
I go quiet, staring out the window. "What if I don't want to?" I say eventual
