Holding a kitten we'd named together.
Her sister almost exposed... something.
And somehow... I hadn't left.
When I should’ve run screaming into the night.
“Why was she in the bushes?” I mutter.
Silence.
And why didn’t I run inside and lock the door?
“Why did her sister say stalking?”
That one sits heavier. Because it didn’t feel like a joke.
And even though Callie corrected it to walking, I know what I heard.
I deal with numbers for a living. Details matter.
And that detail won’t leave me alone.
I shake my head, pushing it away. “No,” I mutter. “That’s—no.”
I take a turn a little too fast. I don’t run off the road, but it’s enough to make me realize I’m breaking rules—again—because of Violet.
All I do now is break rules.
Focus.
“Why did I stay?” I ask out loud.
There’s no answer for that question.
I should've left.
Any normal person would have.
But I stayed.
I must’ve lost my damn mind.
We watched Luna eat like she’d never seen food before.
Like we’re a… couple.
I swallow hard.
Do I want to be a couple?
Wait a minute.
You’re getting ahead of yourself.
Do you want to go on a second date with her?
Yes.