The box on her closet’s top shelf hadn’t been disturbed since she’d shoved it there months ago upon moving in. She’d thrown out a lot of artifacts and reminders from her marriage—most of them, actually—some during fits of blind rage. But even then, the mementos in this box alone had remained untouched, because they were the most precious to her. She finally understood why.

As she slid the cardboard box down from its safe place while her cats swirled around her ankles, her mouth was dry and her pulse throbbed. She carried it to her bed and settled herself cross-legged on the mattress, thinking she probably needed a box of Kleenex before she got started. But what was the point? She was home, she was alone, no one would be knocking on her door. Evan’s solitary text message early this morning asking if everything was okay was proof that he was in no hurry to speak to her, especially since he hadn’t responded to her reply. He was merely trying to assuage the sense of obligation he felt to her, to their friendship. He’d promised he would always be there for her. But he wouldn’t be there in the capacity she needed him, not unless she made some changes.

And even if he would never be there—a thought that made a panicky fullness rise in her chest—this was something she had to do for herself.

Inside the box were letters, pictures, printouts of e-mails… She dug deeper, finding her old college journal and a scrapbook. There were silly things like a napkin from a restaurant she and Todd had eaten at on their honeymoon. A couple of stuffed animals he’d given her. Typical fossils of a long-dead relationship. But she began to detect the pattern she’d suspected all along.

All of the letters and e-mails had been sent while she was still in college and Todd was back home waiting for her to graduate. She picked up the very first one her fingers brushed—a printout of an e-mail he’d sent her—and began to read it.

I just got off the phone with you two hours ago but I can’t stop thinking about you. I would call you again, but I’m afraid you’re asleep by now. I’m also afraid I’m going to go crazy before I get to see you again…

And more of the same from all the others…

Yesterday was so amazing. It’s hard to believe I’m back here now away from you. I have to look at your picture a dozen times just to get through the day, Kelsey. I can’t wait until we can be together every day. I’m counting the days.

“Ugh, sappy bastard,” she grumbled. Taking a deep breath, she furiously wadded each letter into a tight little ball. It was as she’d suspected. She’d been in love with the way Todd made her feel about herself. Evan had been her best friend, but his treatment of her, in a way, had been a rejection. Every single day for two damn years, she’d felt rejected by him. It was no wonder her self-esteem had been so beaten down she’d fallen for the first sweet-talker to come along.

The whole box had to go, but she made a point to look at each thing inside it and remember why she’d kept it. After that, it went back in the box bound for the Hefty bag waiting in the kitchen.

Except for one thing: her journal. Throughout all the letters and photographs, she’d shed not one tear until she opened the little book and began to read. A couple of hours later she was halfway through it, and she was a sopping wet mess her cats regarded with concern.

When it felt as if the walls were about to close in on her, she took a break, dug her bikini out of her suitcase and headed down to sit by the pool. It was empty except for a few kids and evening swimmers. One of them was the guy down the hall who had asked her out about two months ago. She’d taken the chicken way out and claimed one excuse after another until he finally got the hint. He seemed nice enough, fairly good-looking. The kind of guy she might have eventually gone out with, when she was ready. But there were no sparks there. Evan’s words floated through her mind: Doomed to contentment.

That’s what she wanted—no, that’s what she wanted desperately—to avoid. If a guy couldn’t do to her body the things Evan had done mere days ago, if he couldn’t send scores of chills up her arm just by brushing it, make her wet just by letting his gaze wander down to her br**sts, she had no use for him. Evan had ruined her for anyone else, damn him. He was going to have to reap the consequences of that.

Phase One of her plan was over. Phase Two she would tackle tomorrow. God give her strength.

Todd was wrapped almost from head to toe, but Kelsey would lay bets he didn’t feel much worse than she did at the moment. His entire right leg was in a cast, as well as his left wrist. His head was bandaged and the left side of his face was purple. Thank God she hadn’t run into his mom or Courtney on her trek to his room, but they were lurking somewhere, she was sure. She had to make this as quick and painless as possible.

“Hey,” he said—it was more like a croak—and there was as much surprise in his voice as she figured he could muster.

“I’m not going to ask how you feel. I imagine that’s a pretty stupid question right about now.” He grunted some response that might have been a laugh if he hadn’t recently had surgery on his ribs. “They say you’re going to be just fine.”

His gaze followed her as she approached the side of his bed. “Yeah, it doesn’t feel like it sometimes. You…look tired.”

You have no idea. “I’m all right.”

Todd was silent for a moment. She couldn’t see enough of his face to discern what emotions might be crossing it. “My mom told me that when she called you, you were in Hawaii with Evan,” he said.

Good. He’d had time to prepare. She’d been afraid Sandra wouldn’t tell him. “I was.”

“Are you and he…?”

“He invited me, and I went, it’s pretty much as simple as that. Or it started out that way, at least. It was the trip he should’ve taken with Courtney, as their honeymoon. But that didn’t work out, did it?”

It was hard not to look away from him as she uttered those words, but she forced herself to keep her gaze fixed on him. To not retreat from what she had to tell him. She looked him up and down and felt…well, nothing was too harsh a word. There was sorrow at seeing such a strong man in a nearly helpless state. But he would heal over time. Lisa’s words about begging him to take her back floated through her mind. That was, indeed, the absolute last thing she wanted in the world, especially after the beauty of last week. It would be like…tasting Rocky Road ice cream for the first time after only knowing plain vanilla, only to be told she had to go back to vanilla from now on. The vileness of her reaction to that thought seemed to give her the strength she needed.

“But whatever happens with Evan and me, I—I have very strong feelings for him, yet I basically left him to come here. I’ve been asking myself why. You made it quite clear you didn’t want me in your life, but I’ve possibly ruined something wonderful over you. Why would I do that?”

“I didn’t crash my truck into that idiot on purpose to make you feel bad, you know. It’s not always about you—”

“I’m going to stop you right there, because I heard a lot of BS from you for weeks after we split, and now I have you where you can’t run from what I have to say, don’t I?” Surprise rounded his brown eyes. “But I’m sure the doctors wouldn’t want me getting you upset. I’m not here to do that, and I hope you understand. I’m done with yelling and screaming at you about how you ripped my heart out and turned my life upside down, and you’ve heard it all before anyway. I’m just going to tell you that you’ve done it for the last time. You’ve had some kind of sick hold on me ever since what you did, and now I hear—whether it’s true or not—that you might actually miss me.”