her eyes.
She was never dramatic. That was her superpower and her curse.
“Melissa,” she said, gentle but firm. “Take a breath.”
Melissa’s gaze snapped to her.
“Did you call him?” she demanded. “Did you beg him to come back? Because I swear—if you’ve been sitting here alone, rationing heat, eating canned soup, and he’s been living his big-city life—”
“I continue reading …
