I got into my truck, my hands shaking so badly I could barely hold the phone. I wasn't thinking about the bet. I wasn't thinking about the truck.
I was thinking about the fact that I couldn't breathe in a world that didn't have her in it.
If you can’t come to me, I’m coming to you.
I texted her.
I didn't wait for a reply.
I didn't care if I was being "desperate."
I drove to the silent streets of The Heights like a man possessed, the engine of the truck a low, predatory growl in the suburban quiet. I knew the route to her house by heart now. It was the only place in the world where the compass needle in my chest finally stopped spinning in circles.
When I pulled up to the curb outside her dark, quiet house, I didn't hesitate. I called her.
"Cole?" she whispered, her voice t
