“Summer?” I freeze at the sound of Fitz’s voice. It’s followed by a soft knock on my door. “You okay?” My breath escapes in a trembling wheeze. “F-fine!” I manage to answer, and cringe at the crack in my voice. He hears it too. “I’m opening the door now, okay?” “No,” I blurt out. “I’m fine, Fitz. I promise.” “I don’t believe you.” The door eases open and his handsome, worried face appears.
