She held my gaze for a second.
Like she was trying to decide what to do with that.
Then she looked away.
“It’s nothing,” she repeated.
I exhaled slowly.
“You don’t have to brush me off,” I said. “I’m not—”
I paused, adjusting the words slightly.
“I’m not trying to question you.”
She didn’t respond.
So I continued.
“You’d have checked on me if it was the other way around,” I said.
That part was true.
I didn’t need to think about it.
I had seen enough of her to know that.
“And I wouldn’t have liked it if you just walked away like it didn’t matter,” I added.
That landed.
I could tell it did from the way her shoulders shifted slightly.
She let out a breath.
Then she rubbed lightly at her forehead before letting her hand drop.
“It doesn’t make sense,” she said.
Her voice was
