I hit the button on the side of my phone and held it in my lap, trying not to look at the lock screen, which was still a picture of Chase and me from the hockey gala. I couldn’t bring myself to change it. But every time I saw it, a thousand papercuts tore at my heart. I set my phone aside and took a sip of scalding hot coffee, praying the caffeine would compensate for the lack of sleep and massive emotional hangover. At the rate I was going, I’d need an entire pot to make a dent in my exhaustion.

Siobhan rested her chin in her hand and drew in a breath, hesitating before she spoke. “I don’t want to insert myself into something that isn’t my business or cause more problems, but I did see—well, I saw Chase and Kristen having an argument after the last game. When I asked him about it, he said she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Maybe he went over there to tell her to back off.”

Another thing I’d been kept in the dark about. Chase hadn’t told me about an argument with Kristen. We’d spoken on the phone that night, and he’d seemed different—distant. His argument with Kristen coincided perfectly with when he’d started to behave strangely. Like a switch had flipped.

But…

“Why would he go to her place to do that, though? And why wouldn’t he tell me? When I asked him, he couldn’t explain why he was there.”

The more I thought about it, the less I thought there was any chance Chase had done something with Kristen. Unlike with Luke. I might have tried to sell myself on his lies, but deep down, part of me had known when Luke cheated and lied about it. This sick, uneasy feeling always rolled in my gut. A disloyalty radar of sorts.

Chase had never given me that feeling, even now. Something was definitely wrong, but cheating wasn’t it.

Or maybe I was in denial. I still hadn’t come to terms with the end of us. It couldn’t be real. It went against everything I thought I knew.

Shiv hummed. “I don’t know.” Her gaze fell to her pale pink nails, then back up at me. “I’m worried about Chase. Especially with the way he broke up with you and peaced out of here. It makes zero sense.”

“Glad I’m not the only one who thought that was out of left field.” I huffed and took another sip of coffee.

She bit her bottom lip, blue-green eyes turning serious. “I’m probably breaking all kinds of rules in the girlfriend handbook, but I’m going to tell you this, anyway.”

“Tell me what?” My heart skittered.