Andrew
The color seemingly drains from my face and I can’t help but wonder if this is some kind of a sick jock. Swiftly, I attempt to call her through the app, my fingers trembling, but there's no response on her end.
The A Hud: Sky, I’m coming home. Please don’t make any decisions before we talk.
“Problem?” James asks, his voice breaking through the fog of disbelief that has enveloped me.
I swallow hard, trying to quell the rising panic and lift my head to meet his gaze.
“She’s leaving me,” I whisper, the words heavy with anguish.
A furrow forms on his brow, his expression perplexed. “You mean tomorrow?”
“No, right now.”
My frustration surges, and I find myself running my fingers through my hair in a gesture of helplessness. "Right. f*****g. Now!."
The need to do something, any
