Can’t do this any more. Wish I could be different. Serena stared at the screen. Was she really reading this, or had she fallen asleep and was having some kind of nightmare? She flicked out of the message and back in again, just to check; but it still said the same. She couldn’t believe this. The day she finally decided to trust George, to let him into her life and let him meet her son—that was the day he’d decided to end it between them. By text. Without even giving her a proper reason. This was like one of those teenage moments where the boy who’d just dumped you said, ‘It’s not you, it’s me,’ to make you feel better about it. Except this didn’t make her feel any better. It made her feel as if the bottom had just dropped out of her world. She was shocked by how much it hurt. And in a way it was worse than Jason’s betrayal.
