Maya’s POV"Mark, I—"Before I could get a single word out, bright headlights swept across the porch, cutting through the driveway and blinding us both.Mark flinched, his hands instantly dropping from my shoulders as he stepped back toward the front door. I covered my eyes, shielding my face. A second later, two car doors slammed shut.Tristan stepped into the light first, pulling his hands into his hoodie pocket as he walked up the porch steps. Behind him was Chloe."What are you guys doing here?" I blurted out.Tristan paused on the top step, looking between me and Mark. "We went to your house first. But Chloe's mom said you weren't home, so we figured you'd probably be over here."Mark wiped a hand over his face, his expression instantly smoothing out. He stepped to the side, pushing the front door open wider."Come inside," Mark said quietly.We all filed into his living room. The room felt tiny all of a sudden. Tristan sat down on the arm of the couch, leaning his elbows on his
Last Updated : 2026-07-29
