Andrea didn't want to move. The headlines still played in her head.
Fallen star.
Desperate model.
Kayden West's pity date.
She didn't sleep. Her phone stayed off, face down on her nightstand, but Kayden's missed call icon was still seared into her memory.
Her body turned, and she groaned from exhaustion. The sun seered through her curtains, the brightness it carried a contrast to her emotions.
She took her phone from her nightstand, her eyes hooked on the missed call icon that held call back and she itched. Her hands hovered above the icon, but she couldn't.
Andrea bit her lip, unable to call back. She knew the words she thought he would say—because I thought you'd end things—she wasn't ready to hear them.
She kept her phone back on the nightstand and dragged herself up, as she walked to shower.
