Chapter 278 New York

It’s quiet. Nobody is talking. We have been in Calum’s car since the end of his meeting, which consisted of him singing an original and one of Mending Hearts singles. If I wasn’t on my period, I might have creamed my pants from listening, watching him sing about us. I used to think our guitar moments were lit but Calum in that room with his headphone plugged in was a new dimension I want to always see.