Chapter 2

I had imagined hundreds of ways Julian might react to my confession.

The worst-case scenario was always a simple rejection.

I never, ever, thought it would be this suffocating.

I clutched the eight-hundred-word love letter I'd so carefully written.

And, pathetically, I cried in a corner for what felt like forever.

It wasn't until night fell that I dragged myself home, my eyes puffy and red.