Callie’s POV
For one terrifying second, I forgot how to breathe.
Jenna stood there, a few steps away, her face caught between the glow of the Christmas lights and the dim shadows of the hallway. Her brows were slightly furrowed, her mouth parted like she’d just called my name and I hadn’t answered.
My brain screamed one word over and over again.
Caught.
My heart slammed so hard against my ribs I was sure she could hear it. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. No explanation. No excuse. Just air.
“J-Jenna,” I finally managed, the sound catching awkwardly in my throat. “Why… why are you here?” I stuttered.
The words tripped over each other, clumsy and rushed, and I hated how obvious my panic sounded.
She tilted her head, studying me, then shrugged lightly. “You took forever,” she
