I cried by myself in the dark for longer than I cared to admit. It felt pathetic, but Marta’s confession seemed like the end of the world. I didn’t want Ace to be with someone else.

Even if I hadn’t been hopelessly in love with him, I’m not sure I would have ever been okay sharing him with some other girl. Ace had always been mine and mine alone.

He didn’t have any siblings, and his mom died when we were young, so it was just him and his dad, and his dad was one scary motherfucker. It’s why we almost always went to my house instead of his.

If...