Chapter 17 Five Years Too Late
- Theo kicked the door shut behind him with the heel of his boot, the final thud echoing too loudly in the space Camilla had just vacated.
- “She doesn’t like me,” he said casually, like we were talking about a barista who got his name wrong.
- I didn’t answer. Just took a long drink from the latte that had gone lukewarm in my hands.