I am not proud of this, but I've read every single one of Monty's texts today. Every. Single. One. I didn't respond, I'm not a complete idiot, but I did read them. Twice. Maybe three times. Whatever. Who's counting?

But the truth is, I miss him. I miss us. The way we used to be. Before the lies, before I found out the truth. Before everything turned into a goddamn circus.

Callie's voice breaks through the haze in my head, snapping me back into the present.

"Char, your meeting's in five minutes." She's standing in the doorway, holding a steaming cup of coffee, and I notice she's giving me that...