Chapter 4

Yves frowned and reached out to wipe away my tears, but I dodged.

"This has nothing to do with Clarisse. Stop being ridiculous."

"Would I call you three times in a row without reason? You just didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of her, that's why you didn't pick up."

He was starting to get frustrated. "Stop this, Summer."

"I watched the surveillance cameras, Yves."

He had been practicing piano that day when I called him. Clarisse had told him to hang up and focus on practicing, and his friends had teased him for being henpecked. Even though he had picked up my call, he had hung up before I had the chance to speak.

That night, I hadn't wished him goodnight like I always did. I hadn't even made it home, and yet he still didn't realise that something was wrong. Or maybe he did—he just didn't care.

Could things be different if he had just cared about me a little more?

Yves was surprised to hear what I said. "You checked the surveillance camera just because of such a small