(Mira)
I sat on the bed. Stared at the locked door.
Heard Ridge walk away. Back to the couch probably.
Good.
I didn't want to see him right now. Didn't want to hear him try to explain why he'd even considered meeting Vanessa.
My hands were shaking. I pressed them against my thighs. Made them stop.
I wasn't going to cry. Wasn't going to fall apart.
Not this time.
Ridge had made a choice tonight. And even though he said he wasn't meeting Vanessa, he'd thought about it.
That was enough.
I got up. Walked to the closet. Pulled out my backpack.
The same one I'd had when I left. When Ridge found me on the highway.
I set it on the bed. Stared at it.
Could I do this again? Pack up and leave? Start over somewhere new with nothing?
Yes.
I could. I would. If Ridge met Vanessa tomorrow,
