The message was from him, timestamped 12:04 AM, right after she’d stepped outside.

Deleted. Too dramatic.

“You’re an idiot,” she said.

Then why bring it back now?

Lena unlocked the front door. The night air hit her face—cold, sharp, real. Leo stood up slowly, shoving his phone in his pocket. He didn’t have the music box. Of course he didn’t. That was a lie. Or maybe it was at his apartment. It didn’t matter.