Chapter 25

John sat on the edge of his bed, the crumpled letter clutched in his trembling hands. His eyes scanned the words for the umpteenth time, desperate to find some hidden meaning, some reassurance that this wasn't what it seemed. His chest felt tight, and the ache in his heart grew heavier with every reread.

Emily's words echoed in his mind: "I need to figure some things out."

"Does she hate me?" he wondered, but even as the thought crossed his mind, he shook his head. "No... if she hated me, she wouldn't have done everything she did yesterday. She wouldn't have made me feel like the happiest man alive."

But then, "Did I mess up? Did I say something that drove her away? Or... is she in trouble? What does 'figuring some things out' even mean?"

The spiral of thoughts consumed him, drowning out everything else until a sharp voice pulled him back to reality.

"John? What's going on with you?"