He squeezes my shoulder again.
“She loves you too, you idiot.”
My breath leaves me.
And for the first time in days, I feel hope.
I grab my keys.
“I’m going to her.”
“Good,” Kamden says. “And Wilder?”
I look back.
“Don’t half-ass it.”
I won’t.
Not this time.
The soundof my own heartbeat in my ears is all I hear on my drive to her place.
Every red light feels like punishment. Every second like it’s daring me to turn around.
I don’t.
I park crooked. I don’t fix it.
I jog up the steps to her building and stop in front of her door, chest heaving like I just pitched nine innings.
This is harder.
I knock.
Once.
Twice.
Footsteps on the other side.
The lock turns.
The door opens.
And there she is.
Amelia.
Her hair is pulled back, her face bare, eyes still rimmed faintly red like she hasn’t fully recovered from crying.
When she sees me, her knees almost buckle.
She catches herself on the doorframe.
“Wilder,” she breathes.
The way she says my name nearly wrecks me.
