Turns Out, I Dodged Hell
Noticing my shock, he casually said, "Freya's caught up. She asked me to grab you first."
Terrance Felton, CEO-level busy, playing driver? Yeah, okay.
Once I got in, silence hit hard.
We tossed around the usual awkward stuff—eaten yet, how's life.
Then nothing.
Right when I was about to recycle another pointless question, my phone blared to life.
The street was loud, so I hit speaker without thinking.
Cecilia's screechy voice tore through the car.
"Are you blind?! I sent you a ton of messages! Don't you have a brain?!"