Ashlyn’s POV
Just as Xavier left, I flipped to the other side. I stared at the closed door.
Then, as I heard the car engine coming to life, I rushed to the window. As it disappeared down the driveway, a wave of regret washed over me.
I should have gone to see him off. How could I let this moment slip away? Who knows when—or if—we will meet again?
Overcome with guilt, I ran out of the room and bolted toward the front porch. My chest tightened with each step, but before I could make it any farther, I collided with Emily.
“Whoa! Slow down,” she said, steadying herself.
“Sorry!” I muttered, trying to brush past her, but she stepped in front of me.
“Where are you going?” she asked, squinting her eyes.
“Um– I –” I was out of words.
“It’s too late,” she said, as if she could hear
