Before it’s too late?
It’s way past too late.
I approach Kate’s door in a numb haze and it swings open before I have a chance to put my key in the lock.
She looks at me, confusion clear on her face. ‘What’s happened?’ she asks, her eyes all wide and concerned. Sam appears behind her. One look at his face tells me he knows exactly what’s just happened.
Every aching muscle gives way, including my heart, and I collapse to the floor in a heap, sobbing uncontrollably. I’m vaguely aware of arms wrapped around me, rocking me back and forth. But they don’t comfort me.
They’re not Jesse’s.