Eve
The rain kept falling, steady and heavy, drumming against the windows like it was trying to drown out everything inside me. I told myself I didn’t care if Sage was still out there. I told myself he deserved to be soaked, to feel even a fraction of the cold that had settled in my chest since I’d shut the door on him.
But deep down… I did care. Just a little. Just enough to make my stomach twist every time the wind rattled the panes.
I sat on the couch, knees pulled up, blanket wrapped tight around me, staring at the TV without really seeing it. The characters on screen were arguing—loud voices, dramatic gestures—but none of it reached me. My mind kept drifting back to the porch, to the way his voice had cracked when he begged, to the rain mixing with his tears.
I wanted to know if
