Vanessa — Pov

I set the phone down and pressed my palm flat against the cool glass of the window. Outside, a couple hurried past under a shared umbrella, laughing. They didn't seem to mind the storm.

And that was the worst part.

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My phone buzzed.

I didn't look right away. Instead, I let myself imagine all the things it could be—an apology, an explanation, even just a single "I'm sorry" —before finally turning the screen toward me. I set the phone down and pressed my

He still hasn't called.