(Danica)
My phone stayed dark on the nightstand for what felt like hours, but I couldn’t stop checking it.
Kane’s last message still glowed in my mind: If you ever want to talk — really talk, no agenda — I’m here. No pressure. Just… someone who gets what it’s like to fight this stupid game when the whole world tells you to quit.
I turned the phone face down again and rolled onto my side, facing the thin wall that separated me from Caleb. He was probably still awake too, lying in the dark with the same restless energy that had kept us both up for weeks. The memory of his arms around me earlier, his careful restraint, his whispered confessions — they should have been enough to quiet the noise in my head. Instead, they only made Kane’s unexpected outreach feel more dangerous.
Why was Kane
