“And you know what else? I fucking needed you too. Last night. This morning. I got a bomb dropped on me by my dad, and you were the first fucking person I wanted to come to about it.” “Oh Beck, what happened?” “It’s not even worth it.” I blow out an impatient breath. “When you’re ready for me to be there for you—fully—then maybe I’ll let you return the favor.” “Holden,” she whispers, voice breaking. “Goodbye, Kaia. Have a nice morning with your friend.”
