After Julian left, Winter tried to fall asleep, but it was impossible. How could she when her mind was racing with possibilities of why Julian had, yet again, left her for Amelia?
She felt like laughing at herself. What would it take for her to read the room? It seemed as if those two were tied together with a string of fate, and she was the foolish one for thinking the connection between them could end.
She recalled earlier that evening, when Julian defended her in front of her mother and Amelia. Now, it seemed as if it was a scene from a movie.
Winter was still lying in bed awake when her phone rang. She sprang up, her heart pounding against her ribcage. She had no idea why she expected to see Julian’s name on the caller ID, but she was thoroughly disappointed when she saw that it was
