Debbie had been avoiding Felix's calls for the past
week. They had shared a quiet understanding, but
something felt off. Her heart was in turmoil—torn
between the lingering memories of Pasco and the
warmth that Felix offered her. Felix was kind, patient, and steady, but he was not the one who had left a mark on her heart.
But one evening, as the sun began to set, she picked up the phone. She needed answers. She needed to know what was happening inside her own heart.
"Hey," Felix's voice was warm, soothing. "We need to talk."
Debbie felt the familiar flutter in her chest. She had
always felt safe around Felix, but now, it felt
different. Was it because of Pasco?
"Yeah, I know," Debbie replied. "I've been thinking a
lot lately. "
Felix was quiet for a moment. "About us?"
She sighed."About everything."