The Year We Hit Zero

Summary

For the three years I was with Devin, my entire calendar revolved around our anniversary.

I waited for it with a knot in my stomach, because that was the day he handed down my annual score.

Our first year, he cupped my cheek in the dim light of his bedroom, his voice soft and melodic. "Summer, you’re wonderful in every way. You just don’t have that effortless, sexy silhouette."

So, I got an eight.

Our second year, he gifted me a silk slip dress two sizes too large. When I went to bed angry and turned away from his touch, he sighed and said I had an exhausting habit of making mountains out…