Chapter 50: He'd Heard Enough
Lizzie
Did I love Reese?
The question slammed into me like a freight train I’d been dodging for weeks.
My heart didn’t just stutter—it tripped, lurched, and then slammed against my ribs so hard I felt the echo in my throat. Heat flooded my cheeks, but this wasn’t the shy, awkward burn of embarrassment anymore.
This was something fiercer, something that tasted like truth and terror mixed together. The kind of feeling that rearranges your entire future in a single heartbeat.
I opened my mouth to answer him, to say something—anything—but no sound came out.
The truth I had been dancing around, carefully stepping over it, skirting its edges, burying it beneath excuses and distractions and the chaos of everything else happening in my life, now sat expo
