Caleb’s P.O.V
I sat at my desk, staring at the papers in front of me, but the words blurred together. The scholarship letter—her scholarship letter—lay among them like a mocking reminder of my mistake. I had thought I was doing the right thing, believed I was giving her an opportunity, a future she deserved.
But now, as everything settled, I finally understood how badly I had f****d up. I should’ve approached it differently. I should’ve talked to her, should’ve asked her what she wanted instead of assuming I knew what was best for her. My intentions had been good, but my execution? A disaster.
"Well, well," Caroline's voice cut through my thoughts, laced with amusement. "It looks like you finally figured it out."
I glanced up at her, scowling. "Figured out?"
She grinned, shruggi
