Scarlett's POV
I glanced at the clock on the wall for what felt like the hundredth time. The red numbers glared back at me: 10:47 PM. Sebastian still wasn’t home.
My fingers hovered over the screen of my phone, scrolling aimlessly through an article I wasn’t actually reading. I’d been sitting in the living room for almost two hours now, waiting for him to show up. Not because I particularly wanted to see him, but because Sunny had somehow convinced me that I needed to talk to him, clear the air, and figure out what was really going on with him.
The conversation seemed impossible, but the waiting felt even worse.
I tried to distract myself, focusing on anything that could keep me awake long enough until he got home. My body felt heavier than usual, a side effect of the fatigue I could
