Chapters (50)
- Cover
- Full Page Image
- Dedication
- Playlist
- Prologue
- Part One
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Part Two
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Part Three
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Bonus Scene
- Marni’s Midnighters
- Spoiler Group
- About the Author
- Also by Marni Mann
- Sneak Peek of When Darkness Ends
- Sneak Peek of Even If It Hurts
“Em,” I cried when she answered.
“Honey, what’s wrong?”
“We had our first major fight.” Once I was on the sidewalk, I held my arm into the air, hailing a taxi. One pulled over almost immediately, and I climbed in the back. “Mass General,” I told the driver.
“You’re going to work?” Emily asked. “After that whole dinner you planned for him? Oh boy.”
“You have no idea …” I sobbed, holding my forehead, the aching inside far too much. “He was just the biggest asshole.”
“That happens sometimes. They get their periods, like we do. Now, tell me everything, woman.”
Thirty-One
Caleb: I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you that way. I took everything that had happened at work out on you. That wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t right. I hope you can forgive me.
Me: You were the biggest dick tonight.
Caleb: I know, and you didn’t deserve that. I wish I could take it all back. I haven’t been able to sleep. All I keep doing is replaying the things I said to you.
Me: I can sympathize with having a bad day, and I accept your apology, but my God …
Caleb: Knowing that I hurt you is tearing me up.
Me: Did you honestly think I wanted to leave? Of course I’d rather be there with you. I would always choose you over my job. I love you, Caleb. But the things you said really stung.
Caleb: You have every right to be upset. I was out of line.
Caleb: Do you have a second to call me?
I read his last message and jogged down the hallway to the break room, holding the phone to my ear.
“Whitney,” he said as the call connected.
“Hi.” I fell into the corner of the couch, knowing I was going to need all my strength to haul myself back up.
“Listen to me. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“What happened between us was beyond awful.” I gripped the armrest, sinking my nails into the material. “I know fights are inevitable, but you have to fight fair. That was a complete shutout, like you were after blood.”
“Fuck …” There was so much remorse in his voice. “I was wrong. I can’t say that enough, and it’s been eating at me since you left.” Each of his exhales sounded more painful than the last.