“I just wanted… to think,” I said at last, my voice softer than I intended.
Javier’s brows pulled together, a frown creasing his face. He didn’t believe me. Not really. And why would he? I wasn’t exactly convincing.
I let out a long, shaky sigh, buying myself time. “I’m just a little… agitated. My grandpa is still in a coma, and I’m scared that maybe…” My voice faltered, the words breaking apart before I could finish. My gaze fell to the floor, ashamed of the half-truth spilling out of me.
Because, of course, that wasn’t why I was here. Not really.
What was I supposed to say? That I’d come to his parents’ house because I didn’t want to see him? That I was running, hiding from the one person who was driving me insane with his calls, his constant search, his presence haunting me even whe
