21

Ciara Mendes

I entered my room and picked up my phone, which was lying on the bed. As soon as I unlocked it, my mood shifted dramatically to a grim one.

Unknown number: "I miss you, Ciara, and I'm sorry for what I did. — Fisher."

Unknown number: "I just stopped by Sweet Tooth and thought I'd pick up one of those bread cakes you like so much, but you're not at your place. Where are you?"

The memory of Fisher's past mistakes loomed large in my mind; a slice of bread pudding was hardly enough to mend the heartbreak he caused. I shook my head at the thought, wondering if he truly believed such a simple gesture could erase the hurt.

There were several messages from Eve, and I decided it was better to spend my time reading my best friend's text rather than getting angry all over again about my ex.

Eve: "How is everything going, love? Have you jumped his bones yet? ;)"

Eve: "You're not answering my calls or texts, so I'm assuming you're having a grand time."

Eve: "???"