Noah

The walk away from Jessa’s house felt longer than it should’ve.

Not because anything bad happened.

Because everything felt… heavier in a good way.

The kind of heavy that sits in your chest and makes you replay a smile over and over like it’s a favorite song.

I got into my truck and just sat there for a second, hands on the steering wheel, staring at nothing.

She’d looked at me like she believed me tonight.

That was new.

That mattered.

I started the ...