Nolan POV
I stood outside Mabel’s apartment for almost ten minutes before I could make myself knock.
My hand was shaking so badly I had to shove it in my pocket. The hallway smelled like old takeout and the lavender air freshener she always used. I’d stood in this exact spot a hundred times—laughing, arguing, making up, falling back into the same cycle because it was easier than being alone with my own guilt. But tonight was different. Tonight I was finally going to say the words I should have said months ago.
I couldn’t keep doing this.
The manipulation. The lies. The way she’d been tearing Juniper apart like it was some kind of sport.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out with trembling fingers. It was the text I’d sent Juniper two days ago, the one I still hadn’t gotten a
