Harry stood in front of his bedroom mirror, the events of the day playing out in his mind as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, preparing for bed.
He sighed deeply as he thought about Jade's distant attitude towards him and he told himself that he deserved that for hurting her feelings.
As Harry slipped into a comfortable pair of pajamas, he heard his phone vibrate on the nightstand and walked over to pick it up.
Seeing Candace's name flashing on the screen. His heart skipped a beat as he realized that he hadn't returned her call since she last reached out.
He answered the call, his voice tinged with guilt. "Hey. I'm sorry I haven't gotten back to you."
Candace's voice was warm but concerned. "It's fine. I heard what happened from dad. Have you been able to resolve things with her now?"
Harry sat down on the edge of his bed, rubbing his temple. "Yeah. We talked things over," he said in a tired voice.
