Chapter 33 Chapter Thirty Three
- The ticking of the wall clock felt louder than ever as I struggled to button up my shirt with trembling fingers. My mind wasn’t here. It was already racing down the road with Celeste’s car.
- Her reaction earlier had been cold—but not cold enough to be indifferent. That single look of hurt, masked beneath her shades, haunted me more than I wanted to admit.
- She cared. And that made it worse.