-POV Derby
The silence after my last message to Jordan lasted exactly four hours.
Then my phone started ringing.
I ignored every call.
By evening, the notifications had piled up — missed calls, unread texts, even a voice message I couldn’t bring myself to listen to.
I sat on my couch with the lights off, knees pulled to my chest, staring at the dark screen like it could give me answers.
At 9:12 PM, a new message came.
Jordan: I’m outside.
My heart lurched.
I told myself not to open the door.
I told myself this was the moment I finally chose myself.
Instead, I walked to the door on unsteady legs and opened it.
Jordan stood there in the hallway, rain soaking his coat, hair damp, eyes dark with exhaustion and something sharper — desperation.
We stared at each other for a long mom
