XAVIER'S POV

I stepped out onto the balcony, closing the glass door behind me. The cold air hit my skin, but it helped. I needed something to snap me out of my own head.

I stared down at the street below and answered the call.

“Katrina.”

Her voice came through soft, tired. “Hey, babe.”

I ran a hand through my hair. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Just wanted to hear your voice.”

I paused. “…It’s late.”

“I know. I couldn’t sleep.”

There was something off in her ...