My chest tightened. I felt guilty—so guilty. He looked like he had run all the way here. And I had ignored his calls. “Charlotte,” he said, my name breaking on his lips. I didn’t answer. My chest felt too tight. My emotions were tangled—hurt, relief, guilt, anger—twisting together until I couldn’t tell which one to grab onto. He took a step closer, then stopped, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to move. “I didn’t dump you,” he said immediately, the words tumbling out fast. “I swear to you, I didn’t. I would never—” I lifted the note slightly, my hand shaking. “I found this,” I whispered. He sucked in a sharp breath. “I left it under your pillow,” he said. “I thought you’d wake up, read it, and know. I thought—” He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself. “I thought wrong.” Silence fell between us, thick and heavy. My eyes burned. “I woke up alone,” I said quietly. “No text. No call. Nothing. Do you know what that felt like?” His face tightened; I could s
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