Spencer saw the message the moment his phone lit up.
“We need to talk.”
It was from Yash.
He stared at the screen for a few seconds, his expression slowly turning serious.
He knew this was coming.
Maybe not today, but soon.
Still, seeing it now made things real.
Very real.
He typed back.
“When?”
The reply came quickly.
“Now.”
Spencer looked toward Shelly, who was sitting beside him, calm for the first time that day.
He didn’t want to leave.
Not like this.
But he also knew avoiding this would only make things worse.
“I have to go,” he said softly.
Shelly looked at him, confused. “Now?”
Spencer nodded.
“Yash wants to meet.”
The moment she heard that name, something in her expression changed.
Her calm faded.
“What does he want?”
Spencer gave a small, honest answer. “I t
