Becca
I don’t go home. I just walk.
No destination. No plan. Just forward momentum.
Because if I stop moving, I’m going to start thinking. And I’m nowhere near ready for that.
But the thoughts catch up anyway. Once my brain starts connecting the dots, it refuses to shut off. The thread just keeps pulling.
I freeze at a crosswalk, blindly staring at the red light.
My chest tightens. It isn't panic, exactly. It’s pressure. Like the air is slowly being vacuumed out of my lungs.
And then—
It clicks.
Sharp and Absolute.
“Oh my God,” I whisper.
The light turns green. I don’t move.
Because suddenly, the entire board aligns.
The first time I saw Jace again at that party. The way his eyes locked onto me. It wasn't just passing interest. It was recognition.
He already knew exactly whe
