My mind was a whirlwind as the taxi sped back toward Lisa’s house. The rhythmic hum of the engine didn’t soothe my nerves or my aching heart. Kelvin sat silently next to me, staring out the window with a far-off look that broke my heart even more. He didn’t ask questions, didn’t fidget—he just sat there, still and quiet.
I couldn’t bring myself to say anything either. The lump in my throat was too heavy, the sting of Adrian’s words still fresh.
By the time we pulled up to Lisa’s house, the weight of my emotions was unbearable. I paid the driver, forcing a tight smile, and followed Kelvin up the porch stairs. He didn’t wait for me, heading straight inside.
Lisa was waiting for us in the living room, her face lighting up in expectation when she saw us. “So, how did it go?” she asked, look
