Tessa sat on the cold metal bench outside the café, fingers pressed to her temples, trying to breathe normally. But her heart was still punching against her ribs from what she’d seen on Derek’s phone… from what he’d admitted.The tracker. The photo from weeks ago. Him being… there. It was all a lot to take in.Her voice came out small. “How long, Derek?”He sat beside her, not touching, not leaning in, just there, like he was afraid any closeness would make her crumble or bolt. He made a face but did not answer.Tessa chipped in again after the stretched silence. “How much did you see?”“Tess…” Derek exhaled shakily. “I didn’t follow you inside your home, if that’s what you’re afraid of. I didn’t invade your privacy that way.”“That way,” she repeated, almost a laugh, but broken and humorless. “You literally stalked me, Derek.”His jaw clenched. “I know, Tess. And I’m sorry. I… I...”She rubbed her palms together, swallowing the lump rising in her throat.“So tell me,” she whispered.
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