Tuesday — E.L. Todd

Getting over Hawke is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I couldn't breathe, sleep, or eat. Every day was more agonizing than the one that followed. But somehow, after two years of suffering, I finally got back on my feet. And I moved on. Now I'm living in the city and running my own bakery. Life is good again. I'm surrounded by good friends that I love, and every day is even better than the last. Until everything changes. Now I have to face him after two years of silence. I have to look him in the eye and act like he has no effect on me. I have to hold my head high and pretend he didn't shatter me into a million pieces. I have to act like he doesn't mean a damn thing to me. Can I fool him? Can I fool myself?