Chappell laughed—that sharp, unapologetic sound that used to make Sabrina’s chest ache. Now it just made her tired. “Come on, Babe. ‘You can pretend all you want, but I felt you shiver when I said your name.’ Sound familiar?”
“No,” Chappell agreed, voice dropping. “You’re the one who kept saying good luck, babe like a curse. Like I was the one who’d end up alone.” Sabrina Carpenter Good Luck- Babe- -Chappell...
“You should go.”
That was the problem. Sabrina never asked her to leave. Not the first time, not the fifth, not the tenth. She just kept pretending that Chappell’s hands on her skin didn’t feel like coming home. She kept telling herself it was just a phase, just a fling, just something she’d grow out of. ‘You can pretend all you want, but I
The air between them tightened. Sabrina crossed her arms—not defensive, exactly. More like she was holding herself together. “I’m not the one who left.” Sabrina never asked her to leave
She turned and walked out. The door clicked shut.
Chappell didn’t answer right away. She wandered into the living room, picked up a framed photo of Sabrina and some guy neither of them remembered the name of, and set it back down. “You heard the new single?”
