Rhea POV
Kale didn’t smile. He just kept staring at me, his jaw tightening. Somehow, his silence pressed harder against my chest than his closeness ever did.
I shifted on my feet, pretending to busy myself with the broken glass scattered on the floor — anything to keep from meeting his eyes. “I should clean this up before I cut myself,” I muttered, using it as an excuse to duck out.
But he still didn’t move.
After a few seconds he finally spoke. “Is it that same someone who paid your mom’s medical bills?”
My entire body stiffened. I opened my mouth… then closed it again, pressing my lips together before nodding in response. Adding more lies would only make things more complicated.
I heard him exhale, then another long, heavy silence followed. “You never let me do these things for you
