A steady rain fell against the windshield, turning the streetlights into blurry halos of yellow light.

Paige watched me quietly from the passenger seat as I drove along the slick roads.

“You don’t have to explain everything to me right now,” she said softly.

“But I need you to answer one honest question.”

“What is it?” I asked, keeping my eyes on the dark road ahead.

“Do you still love Austin?” she asked gently.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“Yes,” I admitted softly.