“Morning,” Nathan said, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips as he held a tray. “We brought you some breakfast.”
Gabriel carefully set the tray on my lap—toast, scrambled eggs, some fruit, and a glass of orange juice. Slightly cold, uninspiring.
“Thought you could use something to start your day,” Gabriel added, perching at the edge of the bed.
I looked at them. They seemed at ease, relaxed even. Almost happy. Like the past few days had never existed.
Nathan scratched the back of his neck. “Look, we’re sorry. Sabrina told us she saw an Instagram story from that night… you were at a party, and she was hurt. Robbed, even stabbed, and she thought you were ignoring her on purpose.”
Gabriel nodded. “She really believed that. So… maybe you should apologize to her. Just to make things right.”
I stared, incredulous, before scoffing.
“Maybe you should apologize to me.”
They both blinked.
Nathan frowned. “Why would we? We didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t tell us what happened. If you had, we could’ve been there.”
I laughed, bitter and hollow. “Do I have to beg to be cared about now? I was gone for days, and not a single check-in.”