Tom remained on the balcony after his phone call with Harry, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The conversation with Harry left him heavy-hearted and worried about Jade.
Instead of heading back inside, he leaned against the railing of the balcony, the cool night air brushing against his skin as he pulled out his phone again.
He stared at it for a moment before dialing Jade's number. He needed to hear from her and know how she was doing, and to also understand what had driven her to such a drastic misunderstanding.
The phone rang several times before Jade answered, her voice shaky and filled with sorrow. "Tom?"
"Hey," Tom began softly, trying to keep his voice steady. "I just spoke with Harry. He told me what happened. I wanted to hear from you, to know how you're doing."
At his words, Jade broke down, her sobs echoing through the phone. "I'm so sorry, Tom. I messed everything up. I was so stupid. I messed up so badly."
