“You should go.”
Chappell tilted her head. “You haven’t asked me to leave yet.”
Sabrina finally looked up. Her eyes were calm, but her jaw was tight. “Bold assumption.”
Sabrina’s laugh was dry, humorless. “And how’s that working out for you? Showing up at my door at midnight?”
Chappell didn’t flinch. She just smiled—sad, knowing, infuriating. “Good luck, Babe.”
Sabrina stood up slowly, brushing dust off her jeans. “You don’t get to write songs about me and then show up here like nothing happened.”
“You should go.”
Chappell tilted her head. “You haven’t asked me to leave yet.”
Sabrina finally looked up. Her eyes were calm, but her jaw was tight. “Bold assumption.”
Sabrina’s laugh was dry, humorless. “And how’s that working out for you? Showing up at my door at midnight?”
Chappell didn’t flinch. She just smiled—sad, knowing, infuriating. “Good luck, Babe.”
Sabrina stood up slowly, brushing dust off her jeans. “You don’t get to write songs about me and then show up here like nothing happened.”