Chapter 117: Wanted, Part 1

My palms were sweaty, and I thought for sure my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I glanced around nervously, worried who might catch me here. Not that it mattered.

Still, leaving my father's house like I had, without saying goodbye to Larissa or Little Frank, didn't sit well with me. But saying goodbye would have meant questions, and I couldn't handle any of those right now. I could barely handle everything I'd learned over the last twenty-four hours.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked, and the door swung open almost instantly.

"Chloe?" Shock and relief warred on his face.

The mere sight of him had tears forming in my eyes, and I tried my hardest to blink them away. For months, I'd been alone and miserable, trying to fill a hole in my heart that I couldn't explain, a hole only he could fill.

"Can you forgive me?" I asked before I chickened out.

"There's nothing to forgive," he said. Even though he was wrong, hearing him say that was a relief.