Wren
I cling to the elevator wall as nausea churns in my belly. My mind whirls, and my emotions are in turmoil. I can’t believe what just happened. I feel like such a fool for not seeing it coming. This past week, Trace’s lack of communication and general behavior should have tipped me off that he wasn’t on the same wavelength, but I ignored it. Tears gather in my eyes, and my breath hitches with pain and regret. Though I’d like to tell myself that I only cared about Trace, I know that it was more. I’m sure that I fell in love with him. The pain of him breaking things off wouldn’t hurt so intensely if I hadn’t. For days all I’ve thought of was him, and I couldn’t wait for him to come back so I could touch and speak to him. When I ran into Mrs. Goldfield, she told me she saw his car pull i
