Hailey's POV

I stared at the crumpled piece of paper on my nightstand, the address Calix had scribbled in his messy handwriting stared back at me like an accusation.

Part of me wanted to go, wanted answers to all the questions piling up in my head, wanted to understand who Nancy was and why everyone seemed to think she mattered to me.

But Evans' words from last night kept echoing in my mind, "I love you, no matter what happens, remember that," the way he'd held me, the vulnerability in his voice, it all felt real.

He'd been so different lately, so present and attentive, making me tea, staying up...