~Jennie’s~

“She used to lock the fridge.”

That’s the first thing he says.

I almost miss it. His voice is so low, like it’s buried under the wind curling around the edge of the balcony. The sky’s fading into a smoky blue, and the city lights below shine like stars pretending to be important. But nothing feels big enough to distract from the heaviness in his voice.

Reo is standing near the railing with his hands deep into his coat pocket. His shoulders are hunched like he’s bracing for a catastrophe that already happened. And I just… I stay in the doorway, unsure if I should step closer.

But I...