Staring at her phone.
Wondering what she did wrong.
She kills it.
Steps on it.
Lifts her eyes back to him — and this time, there’s something different.
Not heartbreak.
Distance.
“You didn’t just hurt me,” she says softly. “You changed me.”
That one breaks through his composure. His voice cracks. “I know.”
“No,” she shakes her head once. “You know you lost me. That’s not the same.”
Silence.
Heavy.
The kind that says everything that words can’t carry.
Izzy looks like he wants to say a hundred things.
But Becca doesn’t give him space to.
“You don’t get to stand here acting haunted,” she says quietly. “You made sure I was.”
His jaw tightens. “I never told them to go that far.”
Her eyes narrow. “You didn’t have to.”
The wind picks up, tugging strands of her hair loose around her face, the club base thudding through the brick behind them like a second pulse.
“You told one lie,” she continues. “One. And let everyone else decorate it.”
Izzy looks away.
That tells her everything.
“You let them say I slept around for clients.”
Silence.
“You let them say I was on something.”
He swallows.
“You let them say my work got sloppy.”
Her voice never rises.
That’s what makes it cut.
“You didn’t just cheat, Izzy,” she says. “You erased me.”
