Chapter 17
Through Me
(Esha's POV)
I was wrong about Andy. He didn’t care.
At first, I thought his coldness was some sort of twisted way of protecting me—or maybe even protecting himself. But after weeks of him acting like I didn’t exist, I couldn’t pretend anymore. He wasn’t distancing himself out of some misguided attempt to shield me. No, Andy was simply done with me.
Gone was the guy who had held me when I cried, who whispered reassurances that everything would be okay. He’d vanished into thin air, replaced by the prickly, arrogant asshole I’d known before that night. And now, whenever we crossed paths, he either ignored me completely or looked right through me, as if I were a smudge on his perfect world that he couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge.
It shouldn’t have hurt. It shou
