Cassidy hardly noticed what a beautiful day it was as she hurriedly pulled on a sweater, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of Nova. He hadn’t left a message, hadn’t said goodbye, and that simple omission kept itching her more than she wanted to admit. It was unlike him to leave without a word, and the silence felt heavy, unsettling. She tried to push down the fear, but it kept bubbling up, refusing to be ignored.
“I’m just overthinking,” she whispered to herself, but the words offered little comfort.
Cassidy decided she needed to see him. Maybe he had a good reason, maybe something had come up unexpectedly. But she needed to know, to put her worries to rest. The idea of bringing him something, a small gesture of care, crossed her mind. She remembered she had some fresh fruit and he woul
