/Erin's POV/

Pulling on the coat tighter around my frame, I stepped out of the house, wind ruffling at my loose hair. 

The night before had been spent tossing and turning on my bed. Reed's words paired with that concerned look kept on swirling in my mind.

Pathetic. I thought to myself. He never cared, so why the sudden concern? It must be because we would put on an act for everyone. Isabella for sure bought it as she kept on gushing how he still cared about me after all these years. Finally, I screamed into the pillow before pulling the comforter over my head and fell into a deep...