Summer’s POV
I didn’t know how to tell her.
That was the problem.
The words were there.
They had been sitting at the back of my throat for hours, pressing against my ribs every time I looked at Lena.
But I couldn’t make them leave my mouth.
We were back at her apartment.
The lights in the living room were low, casting a soft glow over everything. Lena had changed into an oversized T-shirt and comfortable shorts, her hair pulled into a loose bun after the long day.
I sat on the edge of the couch with my hands clasped tightly in my lap.
She had been watching me for the last five minutes.
Not obviously.
Lena never stared when she knew I was struggling.
She simply noticed.
That was one of the things I loved about her.
She noticed the things I tried hardest to hide.
“You’re quiet
