BRICE
The knocking didn’t stop. If anything, it got worse. Relentless. Sharp and demanding. I dragged a hand down my face before moving toward the door. “Brice, don’t—” Keisha started. “I have to,” I muttered. Because if I didn’t open it, Wynter would make a scene loud enough to bring half the neighborhood to my doorstep. And right now, that was the last thing I needed.
I unlocked the door and pulled it open. Wynter pushed past me immediately. Her eyes were blazing, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her presence filling the entire space like a storm that had been waiting to break. “You disappeared,” she snapped, spinning to face me. “After everything that happened, you just left.” I shut the door behind her, already regretting this. “And then,” she continued, her voice rising, “you d
