“And what exactly am I supposed to do, Mal?”
Mallory studied her for a long moment before sighing.
“You could call him.”
Savannah’s stomach twisted violently.
She turned her face back toward the ceiling.
“I can’t.”
Mallory’s brows furrowed. “Why the hell not?”
Because she was afraid.
Because if she called him and he didn’t answer—It would be over.
Truly, irrevocably over.
And she wasn’t ready for that—Not yet. Maybe not ever.
Mallory sighed and stood. “Fine. Sit here. Wallow. Torture yourself.” She walked toward the door, pausing just before she left.
“But don’t lie to yourself and act like this is what you want.”
Then, she was gone.
Savannah exhaled shakily, staring at the ceiling until her vision blurred.
But sleep didn’t help.
Because even in her dreams, Chase was there.
And when she woke up—her body reaching for something that wasn’t there—
She was breakingall over again.
Day Three
By the time the sun set, Savannah had been staring at her phone for hours.
Still nothing.
No missed calls. No messages. No sign of him.
And why would there be?
She was the one who left.
Mallory sat beside her on the couch, watching carefully. “You’re not okay.”
Savannah let out a slow breath. “No.”
Mallory pursed her lips. “Then maybe it’s time you do something about it.”
Savannah looked at her, something raw in her eyes.
“And if it’s too late?”
