Cassie
I made it three steps inside the Delta house before Sophia appeared at the top of the stairs.
She didn’t ask how dinner went. She didn’t ask whether Derek kissed me or whether I wanted to see him again. Her eyes went straight past me toward the front windows, where Brett’s truck was still parked across the street, and then back to my face.
“Oh, shit.”
That was apparently all it took.
I dropped my purse onto the entry table and pressed both hands over my face, because the second the door had closed behind me, every bit of composure I had managed to hold onto outside disappeared. I wasn’t crying. I refused to cry. But my chest hurt in that awful, tight way that made breathing feel like work, and Brett’s expression kept replaying in my head. The way he had stood there holding that
