Killian’s name blinked at me from my phone. Seeing his name was both a balm and a new worry. My finger hovered over the “answer” button.
Then, a memory hit me at the same time the heavy weight of a boulder pressed into my chest—I’d slept right through the photography exhibit I had told Killian I would attend with him!
Feeling like the worst friend ever, I picked up the call with a dejected sigh.
“Madison, where were you yesterday?” Killian’s voice was laced with concern as it filtered through the phone, causing me to hunch my shoulders in shame even more. “I tried reaching you all afternoon. Are you okay?”
“I’m so sorry, Killian,” I murmured. “I… I just slept through everything.” The words felt hollow, an echo of the truth that I wasn’t ready to face.
Killian was aware of my situation with Noah, but what would he think if I admitted that we’d slept together again and that it was why I hadn’t shown up when he’d needed me to be there for him yesterday?