Noah

The second the door swung open and I saw her standing there, I almost lost my nerve.

I’d been rehearsing what to say the entire drive over, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles ached. Every speech I tried in my head sounded hollow. Too casual. Too scripted. Too much like the guy everyone thought I was — the guy who could talk his way out of anything.

But Jessa wasn’t “anything.”

And this wasn’t something I could charm my way out of.

Now, standing ...