Allie
The house felt wrong after everyone left.
Not quiet.
Wrong.
The dining table still held the remains of dinner. Half-empty glasses. Crumbs from Missy’s cake. A folded napkin beside the chair she had pushed back when she stood.
Chase had cleared most of the plates, but he moved through the kitchen without really seeing what he was doing. His anger had faded into something heavier.
Hurt.
I had never seen him look that way before.
Not after the suspension.
Not after Logan’s public proposal.
Not even after the call.
This was different because Missy was his sister.
Because he loved her.
Because she had looked at him and said maybe Logan was right.
I understood why the words hurt.
I also understood why she said them.
That did not stop the guilt settling in my chest.
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