Lola’s POV

“I told you already,” I said quietly. “I don’t love you anymore.”

Flint leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his mouth. But behind it, I caught something else, it was uncertain.

Evelyn arrived just in time to catch the silence between us. “What’s this awkward energy?” she asked, sliding into her seat beside me.

“Nothing,” I said quickly.

Flint’s tone was calm, almost casual. “I was just reminding Lola about the ...