Jade had paced across the length of his apartment, his phone clutched tightly in his hand, the screen lit up with Laura’s number.
It had taken him an hour to get this far, the number typed in, his thumb hovering uncertainly over the call button. His chest tightened at the thought of her answering, her voice sharp and cold as she demanded to know why he was calling.
What if she didn’t pick up at all? What if she recognized his number and simply refused to talk to him? He’d been replaying the scene over and over in his head for days, the memory of Laura standing at his doorstep, her face a mask of confusion and hurt as he’d practically shoved her out.
He hadn’t meant to be so cruel, hadn’t meant to let his own anger and frustration spill over onto her. But the sight of her there, in hi
