Connor
The second the words left my mouth I regretted them.
Claire stood there in the bathroom with the gauze still in her hand. Her face went still—no anger, just that quiet look that said she was turning over every single thing that had happened today and weighing it.
She stayed silent long enough that I started reaching for more bandages just to give my hands something to do.
Then she asked it flat out.
“You think I’m still not over Tyler?”
I sighed and looked away from her, eyes on the open kit like the answer might be buried under the antiseptic wipes. “I don’t know what I think right now.”
Before I could grab what I needed, she reached out and tugged me back by the arm so I’d sit on the toilet lid again. The yank caught the wound wrong. A sharp groan ripped out o
