Noah’s POV:
Another knock.
I froze.
My heart skipped, then stumbled. I was still on the couch, the weight of everything Sophie said lingering like a bad taste in my mouth.
Please, no. Not again.
I stood slowly, knee stiff, body tense. My fingers curled into my palm as I approached the door. The last knock brought chaos. My pulse picked up. Every part of me braced for her, Sophie, round two.
But when I opened the door, my breath hitched.
It wasn’t Sophie.
It was Stacey.
Her.
She stood in the doorway, her hair pulled into a messy bun like she’d thrown it up in a hurry, her cheeks flushed, her eyes, God, those eyes, soft and unsure, but lit with something deeper. Guilt? Fear? Regret?
All I knew was that she was here.
And suddenly, everything inside me stilled.
Her eyes met mine.
