CELINA'S POV
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"Show me," Sean demanded, his voice rough, eyes filled with mistrust. He doesn't believe me, and why would he? I'm the ex, I'm the one who he doesn't trust. How did he say it, I'm the cruel one, or so I've become.
My hand instinctively reach for my bag, which wasn't slung over the crook of my arm. I can feel the heat threaten to creep up my cheeks. How could I have let my guard down? Why did I leave my phone in the car?
I've waited weeks for this moment, and when it didn't come, I forgot. I let it slide because I thought peace was around the corner, looming just at my doorstep like the sunlight as it rises.
A bitter taste forms on my tongue, but I push it back, gulping it down until it disappeared, "My phone in in the car." I explained calmly, because it was my only o
