Colt:
I had to go to her.
It didn’t matter what time it was or what I had to say to get past Beckett or that damn front door—I had to get to Ella.
I couldn’t take the silence anymore.
The distance.
The unanswered texts, the half-read receipts, the way she looked through me like I was a ghost the last time I showed up at her place.
I was barely holding it together.
My bike roared down the neighborhood street, gravel spitting from under the tires as I parked crooked outside her house. Her porch light was on. That was something, right?
I knocked.
No answer.
I knocked again. Then louder. Then banged.
Still nothing.
But her car was in the drive.
She was home.
I raked a hand through my hair, let out a breath that burned in my lungs, and pulled my phone from my pocket.
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