~~PEYTON~~
My brain shut down, then rebooted. The last four months I wasn't even counting—the quiet house, the bills, the reckless, messy passion—all of it was built on the foundation of him being gone. And now he's back. I don't know whether to be happy, scared, or relieved.
Kira smiles like she won the lottery. "His mom was beside him when he woke up, and she called me, saying you weren't picking up. Sent me a couple of errands. It's been a busy day." She holds her hand up and flexes her fingers. "You're losing your grip, Peyton; don't bother coming. It won't change anything. You aren't there when you're needed."
My eyes dart to Axel. He's no longer smiling. The cold amusement has vanished, and he doesn’t look too surprised by the news or happy.
Kira turns to him. “Goodbye, psychopat
