CYNTHIA's P O V

"Let's avoid each other from now on..."

His words kept playing in my head over and over as I tried to calm myself down before meeting Alex. After slightly crying, I dabbed the corners of my eyes with a tissue and grabbed my purse before exiting the car after telling the driver to pull up in front of Roosevelt Field.

Julian told me he’s sorry, for what? For barging inside my room, every time? For accusing and hitting Alex? Or for hurting me, physically, and emotionally?

‘‘Cynthia!’’ Alex called me from the other side of the lobby. I didn’t remember the trip down there. I was...