Kendrick
The message came in just after sunset.
“Please. Just meet me at the Grand Seraphim Hotel at 10 PM. One last time. It’s urgent.”
I didn’t even have to see the name. I knew who it was.
Cindy.
I stared at the text for a long time, my jaw locked, the glass of water in my hand slowly warming from neglect. She didn’t understand. Or maybe she refused to understand. How many times did I have to tell her it was over? How many times did I have to push her away, ignore her advances, deny her attempts to crawl back into my life before she’d finally get the message?
She couldn’t accept defeat.
Not when it came to me.
Especially not now that she had someone to hate for it—Kimberly.
The name alone brought a shift inside me. I looked over at the couch where Kimberly sat, curled up benea
