For a full second, Anna didn’t move. Or maybe it was longer.
She couldn't tell.
She just stood there, fingers still wrapped around the doorknob, staring through the keyhole as if her brain needed extra time to process the fact that Jason was actually on the other side of her door.
Not a hallucination or a figment of her own wishful thinking.
Him, in real life and early.
Her pulse kicked hard, a panicked little drum beneath her skin. She stepped back on instinct, like the sight of him alone had shoved her.
Why was he here? Why today? Wasn't the note a breakup note?
The doorbell chimed again, softer this time, almost hesitant.
Almost like he wasn’t sure either.
Anna pressed her palm to her chest, trying to steady the wild thrum under her ribs.
Two minutes ago she was humming ov
