"Stay clear of that drunk. Guy's been hugging a utility pole and sobbing for half the night."
"Vivienne… I'm sorry."
I froze, keys in hand.
That was Alex Delgado's voice.
I followed the sound and found him clinging to a pole, crying like a wronged child.
"It's my fault. I made you sad."
"Why was there a men's razor at your place? Why'd you lie to me?"
His words came out broken, slurred.
"Why didn't you get mad when I sent you that photo with Mia? Don't you love me anymore?"
"How did you change so much in one month…"
He clung to that pole like his life depended on it.
My chest tightened. My eyes stung.
I tilted my head back, trying to hold in the tears.
But Alex Gilbert appeared in front of me, gently wiping them away.
"You came. Thought you wouldn't." His voice softened. "Why are you crying?"
"It's nothing. Wind's strong tonight—got dust in my eyes."
I turned away from his touch.
He didn't call me out. Just smiled, patted my head, and draped his jacket over my shoulders.
"Is that so?"
His gaze drifted toward Alex Delgado, still sobbing and making a scene in the distance.
I pulled out my phone and texted Mia Summers: Alex Delgado's losing it on the street.