The rain hadn’t been invited, but it came anyway—unapologetic, heavy, and cold. It soaked through the lace shoulders of her dress and streaked her mascara in uneven lines down her face. She didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe she didn’t care.
From the covered porch, Kieran watched her with a clenched jaw and something sharp pressing into his chest. She stood in the middle of the driveway like a ghost—silent, unmoving, ruined.
"You’re gonna get sick," he called out, his voice gruffer than he intended.
She flinched, barely. Then turned.
Her eyes found him, red-rimmed and brimming with disbelief. "Did you know about it?" she asked. No context. Just a question that shattered the thin barrier of polite distance between them.
Kieran stepped out into the rain.
"Know what?"
"That he cheated," s
