“Are you outside?” “I’m in my bedroom.” “I can see your breath, Ophelia.” Shit. “Uh…the window is open. Fresh air and all that.” His expression remains serious, a V forming between his brows. “I thought you got the heating working?” “Please just don’t.” My voice wobbles. I hover my finger over the End Call button, because it’s easier than letting him see me cry. “Don’t hang up, Ophelia. Stop running from everything. Turn your camera off if you want to, but don’t hang up.”
