MELISSA.
I really didn’t know what to say to Davian.
My mind was a mess, memories, emotions, questions—all crashing into each other at once. A part of me wanted to ask him everything. Another part wanted to pretend none of this was happening.
But I couldn’t just stand there in silence either. So I said the first thing that came to my mind.
“Do you two know each other?” I asked, my gaze shifting between them, though my question was directed more toward Louis.
Louis pushed himself off the wall, his posture straightening as his hands slipped casually into his pockets.
“Yes, we do,” he replied.
There was something in his tone—calm, but measured.
“Of course, Melissa,” Davian added almost immediately, a sheepish smile spreading across his face as he looked at me. “We’re close buddies.”
