Lily spent the walk home aggressively pretending she was unaffected. This failed immediately. Because every thirty seconds— her brain replayed the same thing. Text me when you get home. Not “be safe.” Not “see you tomorrow.” Noah specifically wanted her to text him. Which felt dangerously personal. And honestly? The worst part was how badly she wanted to. “You’re smiling at your phone,” Emily accused over FaceTime the second Lily answered. “I am not.” “You literally looked down at your screen like it wrote poetry.” Lily kicked off her shoes near the front door. “It’s one text.” Emily looked deeply unconvinced. “Lily. He asked you to text him when you got home safely.” “That’s normal.” “No,” Emily replied immediately. “That’s emotionally devoted behavior.” Lily opened he

