Chapter 15
Astrid’s POV
My eyes narrowed as Rhett slid his phone into his jacket pocket like it was something sacred.
“Mercedes?” I repeated softly, but with an edge.
He didn’t look surprised, but his jaw ticked. “She’s no one important.”
No one important. Right.
I hummed like I believed him, though the bitter taste in my mouth said otherwise. Of course, I shouldn’t care. But I did. I cared too much, and that realization made my chest feel heavy.
Without another word, Rhett turned on his heel and stalked out of the kitchen. The front door slammed behind him, the sound echoing like a gunshot.
I stood frozen for a second, staring at the empty doorway, the silence after his exit almost mocking me. Then, with a sigh, I pulled myself together.
Food. My stomach was practically begging f
