Bella
We talked a little more, about nothing important, just the kind of small talk that felt like medicine, and then she said goodnight and ended the call. I sat there for a minute, staring at the dark screen, letting the words settle. Not stage two. Not even close. There was still time. There was still hope.
I climbed under the covers, suddenly bone-tired. Lara still wasn’t back. Was she really not coming home tonight? My phone buzzed a second later. It was a text from her.
Lara: won't be back tonite. at the club w some ppl. talk tmrw
I stared at the message, thumb hovering over the keyboard. What was I supposed to tell her tomorrow? The whole humiliating mess with the camera, getting caught, Black’s stupid smirk when he took it back… Part of me wanted to spill everything, to have s
