Page 91 of Knot All is Forgiven

Not one of us.

Cyrus is a wreck. He's suspended from work, even though social media is still blowing up with positive reactions to his outburst, and he barely leaves his room.

I'd be at Jordan's place in a heartbeat if it weren't for Icarus' texts these past few days. I am going crazy with fear that this silence means she's decided to be done with us.

My phone buzzes with a message.

Russ V

Get the guys. She's going to call in a few. Do not miss it.

I run into Cyrus' room, kicking open the door. He's lying face down on his bed, still in the grey sweats he wore yesterday, his hair frizzy and unkempt. He startles and narrows his eyes at me. "What do you want, Simon?"

"Get in the living room. Russ just texted and said Jordan is going to call us."

Cyrus is on his feet immediately, pushing past me to get to the couch, his phone clutched in his hand. He looks down at it like it's a lifeline. "Rafe!" he hollers. "Get in here!"

Rafe slinks into the room wearing a tight black t-shirt and basketball shorts, raising an eyebrow. "What's up, Cyrus?"

"Jordan's going to call."

I flop down between them and cross my legs on the couch. I assume the call will come to me since Icarus texted me, but we all have our phones out, just in case.

I'm reminded of the times we'd gather on a couch in our shitty apartment and video call Jordan before we broke her heart.

My phone rings, startling me so much I drop it. Cyrus swears and snatches it off the ground, putting it on speaker as he answers.

"Jordan?" he says roughly.

"Hi."Her voice is small and broken, and hearing it makes my heart crack in my chest.

"Hey, peaches," I say gently. "How are you?"

"I've been talking to my therapist,"she says without preamble."A lot."None of us know what to say to that, so we wait silently. I can hear her breathing through the phone. Eventually, she continues."I don't know if I forgive you yet."

My heart aches. I hoped this call would be her way of letting us know she was ready to take a step forward. But instead, it appears to be a call to push us further away.

"We understand, Jordy," Rafe says quietly.

"But I need you three to move in with me."

The silence settles between us like a living creature. The phone slips from Cyrus' fingers, and he swears softly as he picks it up.

"Are you there?"Her voice is filled with vulnerability, and I curse myself for not responding to her in the first place.

"We're here," I tell her. "Just processing. Are you sure?"

"No. But Dr. K thinks I need to give you all more opportunities to earn my trust and that it could help my recent anxiety attacks. Vick agrees with her."

"And do you agree?" Cyrus' voice is thick with emotion.

"I don't disagree. Plus I… I've been feeling sick."The three of us exchange loaded glances. Is this scent sickness? Why are we just now hearing about her feeling sick?"So, will you do it?"She tries to hide it, but there is no missing the vulnerability in her voice.

"We're packing up now, and then we'll be on our way," Rafe responds, nearly leaping off the couch. "Slime, call your friend and tell him we're moving out. We'll see you soon, Jordy."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Iwhisper under my breath. "Are we really doing this?"

The three of us stand outside Jordan's condo with suitcases at our feet. I've never seen three people move as fast as we did, loading up our things to leave the house Joey let us stay in.When I called him to tell him we were moving out, the massive Beta was thrilled for us but told me to keep the key just in case.

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