Hidden Past

Justin's POV

I didn't know when I fell asleep, but I did—with the thought of June curled up on my couch.

When I woke up, it was already late, like always. I dragged myself out of bed and walked into the living room, half-expecting to find her still there. I don't know why.

Of course, she was gone.

The sofa was clean, the duvet folded neatly like she had never even been here. No sign of her. No goodbye. No nothing.

She could've at least told me she was leaving. Or maybe… maybe she regretted it.

Maybe she was already rethinking her offer to fake-date me.

Good. That would be a relief, right?

Not wanting to think about it, I headed to the kitchen, only to stop when I saw what was on the counter.

A plate of pancakes.

And a note.

"Pick me up on Monday so we can go to campus together. Thanks for yesterday."

That was it. Short. Simple. Like nothing had changed.