I raise an eyebrow. “You… Quiet?”
“For you?” She draws a cross across her chest. “I swear, but the bat stays.”
I sigh but bite my tongue because, honestly, part of me is relieved she insisted on coming. The thought of knocking on Frost’s door alone, after everything that has happened, is making me rethink my life choices.
I take a shaky breath. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Amy leans forward, peering out the windshield. “You’re doing this because you love him.”
I choke. “I never said?—”
“You didn’t have to,” she says gently. “I saw it in your face the moment he bought us breakfast, and yes, that was a traumatic morning for me, thank you for asking.”
Despite everything, I laugh weakly. “You barged in with a weapon!”
“You shoulda told me you were getting your brains fucked out,” she mutters. “It’s no wonder you were so distracted, though. Frost is definitely packing.”
“Can we not talk about Frost’s dick?” I ask. “Besides, I already apologized for not messaging you.”
We hit a stretch of road lined with desert on both sides. The sky is an endless blue. Normally, I’d admire it, but not today.Today, my nerves are fried. It’s taking everything in me not to pull over on the side of the road to vomit the closer we get to the MC.
“What if he doesn’t want to see me?” I say quietly.
Amy scoffs. “Then he’s dumber than I thought. Which is impressive, because I already think he’s a dumbass.”
“Amy—”
“Hope.” She angles toward me, voice gentler. “His sister said he’s miserable. She told you he broke down talking to his dad aboutyou. He loves you, whether his caveman brain can articulate that or not.”
The wordlovehits me square in the chest like a weight.
I swallow. “What if this isn’t about Frost? What if he left because he realized I wasn’t worth staying for?”
Amy’s head whips toward me so fast I fear she sprained something.
“Hope Webster,” she snaps. “If you ever say that again, I will turn this car around and drag you to therapy myself.”
I blink. “Wow.”
She softens, reaches over, and squeezes my arm. “You’re worth everything, this is on Frost. He doesn’t believe he’s deserving of you. That’s the difference.”
My throat tightens painfully. “I want answers, Amy. I need to know why he left.”
“You’ll get them,” she says firmly. “But if he so much aslookslike he’s lying, I’m—” I shoot her a warning glare. “Gonna keep my thoughts to myself.”
“That’s all I ask.”
Amy smirks. “And my bat.”
“Amy.”
“What? It’s decorative.”
We turn into the outskirts of Truth or Consequences. The town is lined with old storefronts, wide streets, and beautifulmountains in the distance. My heart slams against my ribs as I realize I’m a few miles away from seeinghimagain. The closer we get, the louder my thoughts become, spinning faster and faster.
What if he regrets meeting me? What if he already moved on? What if he tells me to leave?
Amy places a hand over mine on the steering wheel. “Breathe.” I inhale slowly.
