MICHELLE'S P O V
‘‘Devon!’’ My heart was beating so fast, afraid that that it was going to burst out of my chest as I pounded my fists on the door of his room.
‘‘His first true love…’’ I could still hear Ford's voice in my ear as I continued to knock, hoping he would open it immediately.
‘‘Devon, please open the door. I just want to talk to you about something important…’’ when I heard nothing from the other side, I continued. ‘‘I’m ready to tell you the truth…’’
My sobs were uncontrollable now. I couldn’t breathe. My lips were quivering as I screamed in my heart.
I should’ve known what he did for me. I should’ve known that he’d look for me as he promised. I should’ve told him the truth the moment we met again.
But how? He had Phoebe, and they were getting married at that time.
My hands were shaking as I tried to turn the knob open, and to my amazement, it wasn't locked.