XAVIER'S POV
I stepped out onto the balcony, closing the glass door behind me. The cold air hit my skin, but it helped. I needed something to snap me out of my own head.
I stared down at the street below and answered the call.
“Katrina.”
Her voice came through soft, tired. “Hey, babe.”
I ran a hand through my hair. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Just wanted to hear your voice.”
I paused. “…It’s late.”
“I know. I couldn’t sleep.”
There was something off in her voice. “Did something happen?”
“No. I’ve just… been overthinking.”
“About what?”
She laughed a little, but it didn’t sound happy. “Everything. Life. The press. My career. Us.”
I leaned against the railing. “Don’t spiral, Kat.”
“I’m trying not to. I just—sometimes I feel like you don’t talk to me anymore.”
I blinked. “I’m ta
