"Nathan… is it true?"
Debbie's voice trembled with fragile hope, her eyes searching his face as though the entire world might rearrange itself depending on what he said next.
There was vulnerability there, raw and unguarded, and for a fraction of a second it almost looked like Nathan might falter under it.
Instead, he dragged a hand over the top of his head in visible frustration, his brows knitting together as if the very question irritated him.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" he replied, his tone sharper than necessary. "Yes, I like someone, but it's not you. Let's just get out of here."
The words did not simply sting. They tore straight through her.
Debbie felt the impact in her chest before she even processed the meaning. It was as though the ground beneath h
