“I’m on my way,” he cuts in. “See you soon.”
The line goes dead.
I stare at my phone for a second before setting it down.
“Great,” I mutter. “Now I have to explain this out loud.”
Luna chirps.
“Still not helpful.”
Thirty minutes later,there’s a knock on the door.
And for one ridiculous second, my heart races and my pulse spikes.
Until I look out the window and see Sebastian’s car.
It’s not her.
I open it.
Sebastian takes one look at me and doesn’t say anything.
That’s how I know it’s bad.
He steps inside. “You look like you got hit by a truck.”
“Feels about right.”
He nods once, then gestures toward the living room. “Let’s talk.”
I sit on the couch.
He doesn’t.
Just stands there, arms crossed, waiting.
So I tell him everything.
He doesn’t interrupt. Doesn’t joke. Doesn’t react the way I expect him to.
He just… listens.
When I finish, the silence feels heavier than before.
“Well?” I ask.
He studies me for a second. “I think you’re scared.”
I let out a short laugh. “No shit.”
He doesn’t smile. “Not of her.”
That shuts me up.
I frown. “Then what?”
“Of this,” he says, gesturing toward the curtains. “Of what you feel.”