Chapter 242: He Was Shot

Reese I don’t know what unsettled me more. The fact that I’d been outplayed by a nerdy girl whose idea of rebellion was probably skipping class once in college? Or the fact that I was the one unraveling over it. This made no sense. None at all. I’d woken up this morning expecting regret. Maybe irritation. Maybe the usual detachment that followed sex when it meant nothing more than release and distraction. Instead, I’d woken up wired. Tense. Hyper-aware of every sound in the house. Of every movement. Of her. Elizabeth. She’d moved through the morning like yesterday hadn’t happened. Like we hadn’t crossed a line that two people who were practically still considered strangers should never cross. She hadn’t spoken to me since that happened. Not even once since yesterday. She’d instead brushed past me in the hallway to get to the kitchen, barefoot, hair tied back loosely, wearing one of her faded concert t-shirts like everything was okay. No awkwardness. No hesitation. No lingering glance.