Lauren tapped her fingers against the steering wheel, her jaw clenched as she drove through the quiet streets.
She wasn’t even sure what she was going to say when she got there.
Larry had been ignoring her for over a week now. Not outright, not in a way she could call him out on, but in the slow, subtle way that drove her insane. One-word replies. Canceled plans. The kind of avoidance that wasn’t quite rejection but hurt just as much.
She wasn’t stupid—she could tell when someone was pulling away. She’d seen it before, lived through it before. And she refused to do it again.
Not with him.
Her grip on the wheel tightened.
The last time they spoke, it had been over the phone. She had called, and he had barely let the line ring before picking up—only to say, “I’ll call you back later.”
