#Chapter 132: Sore Hearts & Aching Soles

Hannah “I think you know, Hannah.” I stared at Drake after he uttered those words, my mind reeling. Was he implying what I thought he was? That he had feelings for me? It couldn’t be possible; he loved Zoe more than anyone, and we were just friends. We had established that already. No, that wasn’t it; surely I was just reading into things. But my heart continued to race despite myself, and I found myself at a loss for words. Finally, I managed to stammer out, “But... What about Zoe?” Drake sighed deeply and ran a hand through his dark hair, which was slightly ruffled by the evening breeze. “Zoe and I... I think I’ve realized that we’re just not a good match,” he admitted. He paused, shaking his head, and leaned against the veranda railing. His throat bobbed as he tilted his head up and swallowed, staring at the sky. “I’ve given up on trying to rekindle things with her. It’s over.” “What do you mean?” I asked, frowning. Only a week ago, he had