Graciela’s POV
I swallowed thickly, not wanting to look at Archer anymore, angry and bitter, I didn’t want him to see my pain. My happy buzz was long gone leaving only the desolate ache that I tried so hard to bury, covering it with a smile or pushing it aside by burying my head in books.
Archer moved closer, sinking down onto the bed beside me, his hand lifting as if he was about to reach for me before he stilled and dropped it back to his lap.
‘Why do you say you had to look after yourself Gracie?’ he asked softly.
I shrugged, I didn’t want to talk about it, especially not to him, he’d left me, my sister died and he didn’t even come to the funeral or make sure I was coping, he just . . . left. I know Everleigh was his girlfriend, they were in love but I had thought that he cared for
