“Caroline left her…” He holds up the backpack as he steps inside, but his words trail as his gaze darts around the messy kitchen. “Don’t say anything,” I snap preemptively. “I know it’s disgusting, but it’s not my problem anymore.” An emotion I can’t name passes through Nate’s expression. It leans closer to gentleness than anything I’ve seen from him before. “I wasn’t going to say anything. I was just bringing in her backpack.” He sets the bag down and turns around, heading for the door. “I’ll wait for you in the car.”
