Danielle’s phone dinged again, slicing through the stillness in the kitchen.
Seth: Did I do something wrong?
Danielle’s fingers hovered over the screen, her chest tight.
> God, why does that always feel like the worst possible text to receive?
Christina, sitting next to her, noticed the change in her expression. “What did he say?”
Danielle glanced at Christina. “He’s asking if he did something wrong.”
Christina snorted softly. “Classic guy move.” She leaned closer, teasing. “Did you text him ‘we need to talk?’ Because that’s like the ultimate relationship panic button.”
Danielle winced. “That’s what I meant to avoid… but now I think I might’ve just done it.”
“Is it that bad?” Christina asked, her tone still teasing but laced with concern.
Before Danielle could answer, Mrs. Reed
