BROOK HUNG UP FROM her call with Kyle and frowned down at her phone.
Initially, she’d rang him in need of someone to reassure her that Stefan’s words had been no more than his usual taunting. It had taken only his tensely-spoken greeting for her to hold back—for her to be reminded that the issues keeping them apart did not come from her end alone. One mention of Stefan’s name would have sprung him into driving over to her, consequences be damned.
When, exactly, had they progressed to being so in tune with one another, to recognising what the other needed with so little to go on? When had each of their pain become shared?
“Brook!” Her mother’s voice, deeper in tone than Brook’s, yet far smoother than the gruffness of her father’s, travelled from downstairs and snapped her from her musing
