♡ Shane ♡
The soft hum of the coffee machine in our kitchen filled the apartment as Casey poured herself a cup. She moved around the space with the kind of calm precision I had always admired, but this morning, I could feel the tension lingering in the air. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was the secret I had been carrying or, at least, what used to be a secret. Casey knew about Megan now. It wasn’t exactly a weight off my chest, but at least I didn’t feel like I was sneaking around anymore. That didn’t mean things were simple. Megan was still ignoring me. No calls. No texts. And every unanswered message was like a reminder that I had royally messed up. And it was only because Casey had gone to see Megan, that she forgave me for my secrecy. I still had no idea what had been said between the two
