POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh
She read it twice.
The streetlamp threw pale light across the screen, the Edinburgh cold pressing through her coat into the back of her neck. Lewis's message sat on the screen like something that had been waiting a long time for permission to arrive.
I spent two years in therapy learning the difference between wanting you back and deserving the chance. I'm not asking you to trust that yet. I'm asking you to let me prove it's not the same thing.
She put the phone in her pocket and walked home.
Pippa was on the sofa with her shoes off when Yessica came in, the corner lamp on, the flat quiet the way it got after both girls were down.
"Well," Pippa said. Not a question.
"He was early." Yessica dropped her bag on the chair. "He listened — not the waitin
