Vanessa sat by her window, chin resting on her palm, watching the evening light slowly fade into a soft orange.
She hadn’t spoken much all day. Barely said more than ten words to Steve and Isabella. And not because she didn’t want to…but because she didn’t trust herself.
She couldn’t sit here and rot either.
She grabbed her phone, fingers hesitating for a second before typing.
Nessa: “Yo. Are you free tonight?”
Ethan: “Depends. What do I get for canceling plans?”
Nessa: “Me. In jeans. Looking fine. Probably sad. Definitely hungry.”
Ethan: “Say less. Meet at Crave’s island or are you coming here?”
She smiled a little for the first time in days. Ethan always knew how to bring her back to life, even when he didn’t know what she was drowning in.
Nessa: “I’ll come to yours. Might s
