Chapter 97. A Terrible Friend

Calista’s POV

Zane let out a breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “You sent us a text—something about needing space, about not wanting to see us anymore.” His voice cracked, just a little, and it tore at my heart.

My mind raced, trying to piece together what he was saying. A text? I did not remember sending anything like that. But then, it hit me—a cold wave of realization.

“No,” I whispered, horror dawning on me. “No, that can’t be right. I never meant to send that. It was… it was just a draft. Something I wrote when I was overwhelmed, but I never meant to send it.”

Cedric’s eyes narrowed, his voice tight. “But you did. And we all got it. We thought you were serious, that you were… ending things.”

I looked at each of them, the pain in their eyes like a dagger to my chest. I had not meant for this to happen. It was just a draft, something I had written in a moment of weakness, a way to sort through my feelings without