The sooner I clear things up, the better it’ll be for both of us. I’ve been replaying this conversation in my head all morning, thinking about exactly what I’ll say and how I’ll say it. It’s better to just rip the bandage off now than let things sit and rot between us.
I start heading for the rooftop, my shoes echoing softly against the empty hallway. The air smells faintly of chalk dust and floor cleaner, the kind of smell that tells you most people have already gone home. My focus is on the door at the very end, the one that leads up to the roof, so I don’t notice the faint feeling of someone’s eyes on me—someone keeping a close watch.
“Hey.”
When I push open the heavy rooftop door and step onto the top floor landing, I immediately turn and lock it behind me. The lock clicks louder th
