Nathan's standing in my doorway, looking tense. It's not like him. Usually, he’s calm, doesn’t let much get to him. But tonight? His whole vibe’s off. I shut the door behind him and lean against the wall, waiting for him to speak.
“What’s up?” I ask, though I can already sense it’s something serious. I just don’t know how deep it goes yet.
He rubs a hand over his face, exhaling slowly. “We need to talk about Celeste.”
My chest