Chapter Nineteen
“AngelSH,” Caleb says quietly after we’ve sat in silence for at least a full minute. “S and H for Sophie Henley, and angel because … you always got stuck playing an angel in nativity plays?”
I sense him turning his head to look at me, but I keep my gaze pointed firmly ahead. I wish I could pull my knees up and hug them, but unfortunately I’m wearing a dress.
“You’re … not quite what I imagined,” he says when I don’t respond.
“Sorry to disappoint you,” I murmur, still staring forward.
“That isn’t—” He stops himself and shifts to face me. “You know that isn’t what I meant. It’s just … you sounded a little older, that’s all. Or maybe I’m completely immature, so that’s why I was imagining you the same age as—”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I snap, turning to him suddenl
