Myra stared at the screen, watching the three dots flicker, disappear, then reappear.
Then nothing.
Her stomach twisted.
He had read the message. He had started to reply. Then he stopped.
She clenched her jaw, gripping her phone tighter. Seriously, Khanna? She had never texted him first before, never given him even an inch, and the one time she did—he left her hanging?
Fine. Be that way.
She shoved her phone into her bag, refusing to let it bother her. Refusing to care.
Except it did bother her.
And she did care.
The entire way home, her thoughts were at war. Maybe he was busy. Maybe he didn't know what to say. Maybe she had waited too long, and he had finally decided she wasn't worth the effort anymore.
The thought made her chest tighten.
The moment she stepped into her room, s
