Guess Who Failed the Test
The packages kept coming for almost six months.
He never showed up at work—not with Noah around. Couldn't handle it.
One afternoon, I came home to a porch drowning in roses. That was it.
I grabbed the bouquet, slammed it down, and crushed every petal under my shoe.
I knew Jacob was nearby, watching. So I stomped harder.
He started to leave, crushed.
"Jacob," I called.
He spun around, hope lighting up his face—
Only to see me standing next to Noah, fingers laced with his.
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