“You came,” she said softly. Not triumphant. Just tired.
Derek found the texts. All of them. The late-night “accidental” photos she’d sent—a flash of collarbone, the curve of her hip in my hoodie, a caption reading Wish you were here to take this off. He’d borrowed her laptop to order band merch, and her iMessage was still synced.
“You’ve been texting my sister.”
I laughed, a little too loud. “Chloe, you’re Derek’s little sister. You’re off-limits. That’s just… the law.”
“You destroyed our friendship.”
“Derek, I didn’t—”
I felt her before I saw her. A shift in the air. The scent of vanilla and clove cigarettes.
My blood went cold. I hadn’t deleted anything. But I knew who had.
“You came,” she said softly. Not triumphant. Just tired.
Derek found the texts. All of them. The late-night “accidental” photos she’d sent—a flash of collarbone, the curve of her hip in my hoodie, a caption reading Wish you were here to take this off. He’d borrowed her laptop to order band merch, and her iMessage was still synced.
“You’ve been texting my sister.”
I laughed, a little too loud. “Chloe, you’re Derek’s little sister. You’re off-limits. That’s just… the law.”
“You destroyed our friendship.”
“Derek, I didn’t—”
I felt her before I saw her. A shift in the air. The scent of vanilla and clove cigarettes.
My blood went cold. I hadn’t deleted anything. But I knew who had.