ADINNA’S POV
Riley’s eyes are still on me, wide and incredulous, like I’ve just started speaking another language. I stare back at her, chest tight, not sure how to convince her I’m not imagining things. Maybe even I don’t know.
“I haven’t seen him,” I whisper finally, words spilling out before I can stop them. “Not since that night… the night I met him outside. I don’t know where he is.”
Riley blinks, clearly taken aback. Her brow furrows, and I can tell she’s trying to process my words.
I nod, my fingers curling around my knees. “Days, Riley. Days. And I can’t stop thinking about him. It’s… I don’t know. I can’t explain it. I should care less. I want to care less, but I can’t.”
Her lips press into a thin line. “Adinna…”
“I know what you’re thinking,” I say, cutting her off. “He’s b
