Eve
I couldn’t sit still. Forty minutes. It has been forty minutes since Sage had bolted out the door like the house was on fire, leaving me with nothing but that crushed piece of paper in my fist and a phone full of a photo I wished I’d never seen.
I paced the living room until the rug wore a path, biting my bottom lip hard enough to taste copper. The beer sat forgotten on the table—warm, flat, untouched. Every creak of the house made me jump. Every car passing on the street made my heart slam against my ribs.
What had he seen in that picture? Why had he looked at me like I was made of glass about to shatter?
The front door finally opened with a sharp click.
I was across the room in seconds, stopping short when I saw him.
Sage stood in the doorway, chest rising and falling fast, sno
