Ashley’s POV

I woke up to the throbbing pain of a hangover, my head pounding as if my brain were trying to escape my skull.

My mouth was dry, my body heavy, and I could barely open my eyes. Slowly, I blinked at the unfamiliar ceiling above me, trying to piece together how I had ended up here.

The last thing I remembered was walking into the bar, determined to drown the ache in my chest that never seemed to leave. That gnawing, relentless pain that came with Caleb’s rejection.

Everyone told me to move on like it was that simple. But how could I, when every time I closed...