QUINN POV
It’s been a week since the wedding that didn’t take place. I didn’t bother trying to find her or even contact her because she could have called me. If she chooses not to, that’s fine with me. I’m not going to chase after her for an explanation that wouldn't make a difference. The more I think about it, the more I realize how wrong we were for each other. I just don't understand why I didn't see it sooner. Sitting here having dinner with my parents, by force. Apparently, they have something important they want to talk to me about that can’t wait until I don’t feel like an i***t for not seeing what was in front of me. “How are you doing sweetheart?” My mother asked, giving me a pitying look that made me want to throw my plate at the wall. “Fine.” I replied gruffly and put my fork
