Cassie’s POV
I stepped out of Daelan’s car in front of Sandy’s aunt’s mansion, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag as I turned back to him. He gave me that small smile of his, the kind that felt steadying even when I was anything but. I lifted my hand in a wave, whispering another thank you before he drove away. His taillights disappeared into the distance, leaving me with the soft sound of the breeze and my own sigh.
I could not stop replaying what I had seen at the coffee shop. That girl. I did not know her name, did not know her story, but I had seen her twice now with him, both times from a distance, both times pushing him away while he looked as if he wanted nothing more than to reach her. It gnawed at me, the way he almost seemed to beg her, the way his face tightened
