My pulse was still thudding in my ears as I walked toward the door, the echoes of the "Never Have I Ever" game replaying in my head, each accusation from Heather cutting deeper than the last. The air inside the house felt thick with everything that had gone unsaid, the brutal words hanging in the silence. Just as my hand touched the doorknob, the door swung open, and there he was—Kallum.
He was standing there, looking at me like he’d just been waiting for me. His eyes were dark, intense, and I could see something there that I didn’t know how to name. It wasn’t anger, but it wasn’t anything I wanted to deal with either.
“You’re leaving?” he asked, his voice low, almost too calm. But there was something in it—a frustration, maybe even a little hurt—that cracked through the cool facade he
