Page 47 of I Wish I Would’ve Warned You (Forbidden Wishes #3)

EMILY

Justin

Delete my number.

Don’t ever contact me again.

T he stares come from every direction when I walk into my usual campus café on Thursday. Even the Uber driver who dropped me off kept giving me confused looks through the rearview mirror at every stoplight.

“What can I get for you this morning?” the waitress asks, pen poised.

“I’ll have two cinnamon lattes.”

She raises a brow. “Is one of those for your stepbrother?”

I roll my eyes. “I’ll also have two plain bagels with honey almond butter.”

“I’m just asking.”

“I’d also appreciate a side of syrup,” I add, glancing around as the entire café dips into an awkward silence. The two women at the table next to me are practically leaning over their plates to catch every word.

“You know what?” I shake my head. “I’ll take everything to go.”