Kylie
I haven’t heard from Jesse all day, so when he arrives to pick me up from work, I’m pleasantly surprised. I kiss him hello, but he just helps me into the car, and all the way home he white knuckles the wheel, not even looking at me.
When we reach his house, and he helps me out before heading through to the kitchen and dropping into a chair at the table with his head in his hands, I know something is wrong. Something bad. An icky feeling starts in my stomach as I stand in the darkened doorway watching him.
“Jesse?” I whisper, and he flinches but doesn’t look at me.
Oh God, is he breaking up with me? Or worse?
My legs shake, but I force myself to cover the distance. Unable to stand, I drop to my knees at his feet.
My heart is pained, and my lungs are tight, making it difficult t
