❄ Sebastian ❄
I drove to my parents’ house because I didn’t trust myself to sit alone with the thought that Camille could leave. I had tried to work through it the way I worked through everything, with lists, logic, and control. But nothing helped. The more I told myself to be calm, the worse it got. Their porch light was on when I pulled into the driveway. I sat for a second with my hands on the wheel, breathing through my nose until the tightness eased enough to move. I finally got out and rang the bell once. My mother opened the door quickly, cardigan on, hair pinned back. Her face softened the second she saw me.
“Sebastian,” she said as she stepped aside. “Come in…and what is wrong with you? You look awful,”
“I’m fine,” I lied as I walked inside. My father appeared from the living r
