Josie
The moment Marcy said the time Varen had called her, my stomach twisted. It was barely ten minutes after I'd spoken with him. My pulse stuttered as the realization sank in—he hadn't just been upset; he'd been furious enough to call someone else immediately after walking away from me.
So much for hoping everything would smooth over.
I slumped into the couch, my fingers brushing the petals of the daffodils on the table, their softness mocking the storm brewing in my chest. "So… right after he left me, he called you," I said quietly.
Marcy's expression softened as she scooted closer, pulling my hand into hers. "Josie, don't look at me like that. I'm only telling you because I care. You can't keep treating Varen like he's not an option. He might act all calm, but inside? It's eating him alive."
