Chapter 245 You Belong Here

“If they don’t,” he says, holding up the note for me to see the new page. “I got a backup song.” I snatch the notebook from him. He falls to the bed laughing and I prop a pillow behind my head. We leave enough space between us to avoid suspicions in case anyone shows up at the door. I return to the song. As my eyes skim each line, my smile fades.