“Are you okay?” My lips curved just a bit at the genuine worry in his voice, the care. “I’m fine, but I’m wondering if you can meet me at the high school. It’s okay if you’re too busy and can’t make it. It’s not that important.” “Caelyn,” he growled. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.” “You will?” “Yes,” he said. “You didn’t even ask why.” “I don’t need to know why. You asked me to come, so I’ll be there.” Emotion, swift and fierce, clogged my throat. I swallowed it down so I could get out two words. “Thank you.”
