Chapter 71: JANIE

I can't believe I pulled it off. I kept looking over my shoulder each time I came to a stop light, my heart racing and fear threatening to choke me, but the angst was more than acceptable, given the alternative. I'd felt like a sitting duck back in L.A., waiting for someone to break down the door to that shitty little motel room and shoot me every other second.

Between that fear and the image in that photo playing through my head on a loop, I barely slept a wink. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the two of them together and suffered a pain worse than death.

It was a remembered pain; one I was very familiar with from back in the day when they were a couple, and I had to watch them together on screen. It was debilitating to be thrown back to that time after all the work I had put in to change things.

But this time, it was even worst because I'd tried and failed to gain his love for myself. He'd always have this way of looking at her that anyone with eyes could see the love and admirati