*Shelby*
A knock sounded on my door, but I didn't want to get out of bed. The room that was usually cluttered but tidy, was full of moving boxes, in corners pushed as out of the way as possible. It had always been a tight squeeze with all three of us in one room, but now it just felt claustrophobic.
I closed my eyes and wished sleep would come, wished it would give me a break from my thoughts that continued to run back to Michael. I missed him but knew I could never face him after all of the trouble I had caused.
I hadn't talked to him after he ran off after the photographer, so I had no idea how much he had to pay the man not to publish those photos.
I'd only guessed that he had eventually spent enough money, because I never saw my face plastered all over the front of a gossip tab
