Theodore's Pov
I sit at the edge of the bed, hunched over, elbows on my knees, my phone in my hand. The screen is dark, but I’ve been staring at it for so long today that I’m convinced I’ve memorized every scratch on the case. I told myself I’d give Juniper the day, give her space and I did. I did not contact her again yesterday. But now the silence is starting to wear me down. And I’m starting to wonder if maybe, this time, I really did push things too far.
With a long, heavy sigh, I rake my hand through my hair and then drag it down over my face. I haven’t accomplished a single productive thing all day. The emails, the reports, I opened them, but I couldn’t focus. My mind’s been stuck in a loop, and it always circles back to the same moment: her pulling away at her door, the look in he
