I stared at Nathan’s text again. Those four words made it impossible for me to sleep, so I called him. Ignoring it would only make things worse and I was tired of that.
He picked up immediately.
“Elena.”
His voice was calmer than I expected.
“Hey,” I said, trying to sound calm. “You wanted to talk?”
“Not over the phone.” He stayed quiet for a bit. “Can you come over?”
I closed my eyes. “Now?”
“Yeah. Now.”
Twenty minutes later, I was standing outside Nathan’s door, bracing myself for whatever conversation we were about to have.
He opened the door just as I moved to knock.
“Come in,” he said quietly.
I followed him to the living room. He didn’t kiss me hello or try to hug me. Didn’t even offer me a drink. Just sat on the couch and stared at me for the longest time without saying
