I didn’t even remember walking down her street — my legs just moved on their own, carrying me away from her door. But my head… my head was a damn war zone.
Nora.
Her eyes when she opened that door — defensive, but shaken. Like she wanted to slam it in my face but couldn’t quite do it. That tiny flicker in her expression told me everything: I was right. Jason wasn’t real. Or if he was, there was more to the story than she’d ever admit.
My fists clenched inside my jacket pockets. I hated how much I wanted to grab her, shake her, demand the truth right then and there. Hated that I could still smell her shampoo, that soft floral scent that hit me the second she stepped outside.
It had been months since I saw her up close like that, months since I’d heard her voice without that cold edge sh
