The following days felt different—quieter, lonelier. It was strange, not running into Izzy at every turn. I hadn’t realized how much I had come to rely on his presence, how comforting it had been to know that he was around, even if we weren’t always together. Now, with him gone, there was an emptiness, a silence that I hadn’t expected. Asena felt this, too.
I went through the motions at work, keeping busy, but that nagging feeling of loneliness clung to me. It wasn’t about missing him—it was the fact that there was so much I wanted to tell him. Every time I thought about texting him, I’d stop myself, torn between wanting to reach out and not wanting to seem... needy.
But there was so much he needed to know. Dillon, for one—how he had "handled" Trevor, and how everyone seemed to be acting
