LOGINAvery's POVI texted Jade on Thursday evening.It was not a long message. I was not ready for one. I sent, “Hey. Can we talk?”It was just four words. The minimum. The message that left space for her to say yes or no.I watched the screen for twenty minutes.Read. The small word appeared under the message. She had read it. But she had not replied.I put the phone down and looked at the wall.Our houses were not identical but they were right next to each other. If I stood at my kitchen counter and looked in a certain direction I could see the corner of her front window. Her car was in the driveway. She was home and she had chosen not to reply.I took the chair at the kitchen table and sat in front of a cup of coffee as usual. I tried to think about something else. But I could not think about anything else.I decided to give her some space for the night.On Friday morning I sent another one.‘Jade, I know you are processing. I know I have asked a lot of you this year without meaning to.
Liam's POVI went to training on Thursday.Not because I wanted to. Not because I had made sense of any of what had happened the night before. I went because we were in the middle of a tournament and I was a starting quarterback and not showing up without a reason was not something I did. The routine was the only thing that felt stable at this point and I needed that more than I needed to stay in bed and think.I ran the drills.I ran them well. My body knew what to do and it did it and my brain ran in a completely different direction the way it did when something was occupying it completely. Both things happened at once and somehow the drills were fine.Tate watched me from across the field.He did not say anything until the afternoon was almost up. By then I had been running on three hours of sleep and the cold quiet anger that I was carrying around since Wednesday night. It was not explosive. I had been angry that way before when Zoey cheated on me with a lecturer. But this was d
Avery's POVThursday morning I woke up in my bed.I had made it upstairs at some point in the night, though I had no memory of getting there. My alarm went off at seven thirty and I turned it off and lay there looking at the ceiling.I picked up my phone.Nothing from Liam.I checked twice, hoping the second check would return something different. Both checks returned the same result. No message. No missed call. The last notification with his name on it was from before Wednesday. Before any of it.I got up.I showered. I dressed. I made coffee and drank it standing at the counter because the kitchen table felt wrong so early in the morning. I checked his window. His curtains were open. He was up.I picked up my bag and went to class.I had a class which started at nine. I had a seat I always took, third row from the front on the right side, the seat I had been in since the first week of term. Liam's course was across campus but we shared this lecture once a week, the same way we share
Avery's POVI slept on the kitchen floor.Not intentionally. Lying there became sleep at some point and I woke up at six forty-three with my cheek on the cold tiles and my jacket still on. Everything in my body was making the case against kitchen floors.I got up.I made coffee.I stayed at the table with my phone. Nothing from Liam. Nothing from Jade. The notifications were from the campus forum and three group chats and a news alert about something I did not care about. I turned the screen over, put it face down, and drank my coffee.At eight seventeen my phone rang.Not a number I had saved. A Crestwood area code. I stared at it for two rings before I picked up."Avery." The manager's voice. He was the man who had run the Velvet Underground for the last nine years and who I had signed my first booking contract with almost nine months ago at a table in the back office with a pen that had run out of ink halfway through. "I am calling to check in. Last night was clearly difficult, loo
Avery's POVI changed alone.The dressing room was empty because the other performers had either finished and gone home or to the bar, or were waiting for their turn to perform. I was the only one in costume in the room at that time in the changing room. I took the wig off first. Pins out, one by one, the way I had done it hundreds of times. The wig went into the bag. The costume came off. My clothes went back on and I settled in front of the mirror and looked at my face.My actual face.No mask. No wig. Just Avery. Just Avery Nash in a dressing room in a club where almost nine months of careful separation had just collapsed in three to five seconds on a Wednesday night.I picked up my phone.I opened Liam's name.I held my thumb over the call button for a full thirty seconds.I put the phone back in my bag.I could not call Liam to come and pick me up from the place where everything had just fallen apart. I could not get in his car and look at his face and have him drive me home from
Liam's POVI drove home.Not to her door. I drove to my own door and stayed in the car with the engine off and the street quiet around me, and then I went inside.I did not turn the lights on.I went to the kitchen, pulled a chair out at the table in the dark, put my hands flat on the surface, and stayed there.I did not know how long I stayed before my phone rang. Long enough for the house to go cold around me. Long enough for the street outside to go from the occasional car to nothing. Long enough for it to feel like something done rather than something still happening.Tate's name appeared on the screen.I answered."Talk to me," Tate said.I turned the phone over in my hand and looked at the dark wall and thought about where to start. There was no clean place because the whole thing ran together."It was her," I told him.Tate was quiet."The mask fell," I told him. "During he performance. It came off her face and the lights were on her and I was at the bar and I saw her face." I
Brianna's POVColton's message came through on Sunday evening.I read it twice and put my phone face down on the desk and looked at the wall. His name on my screen after weeks of silence did something I did not want to look at too directly. Not warmth. Something closer to the recognition that a thi
Brianna's POVNobody at this club moved.Not me. Not Zoey. Nikki stood there with the phone turned toward us and the photograph of Avery Nash on the screen and the name above all three of us.Scarlett."How long?" I asked.Nikki set the phone back down. "Almost a year," she told me. "She has been p
Brianna's POVShe looked like someone who felt like she owned this building, so I immediately put on my defensive face. I certainly wouldn't want to be second in case she was looking for a cat fight."I'm sorry, you are?""Nikki," she said, when I asked her name. "I have been here two years. I hear
Brianna's POVZoey called me on a Friday morning and said she had something and could we meet.I said yes because I had learned that when Zoey said she had something she usually meant something worth hearing. She was not the kind of person who used that phrase loosely. She saved it for the times wh







