Aubree’s POV
My conversation with Mom left me both steadier… and so cracked open emotionally that I didn’t even realize tears were falling until..
I walked out of her sitting room and felt the cool air sting my cheeks.
I wiped at them quickly, trying to breathe, trying to settle my heart before I turned the corner—
“Aubree?”
I froze.
Abel stood halfway down the hallway, a glass of water in one hand, his hoodie half-zipped, like he’d left the gym early.
One look at me and the glass nearly slipped from his fingers.
“Bree.”
His voice broke.
He was in front of me in three steps, the water forgotten on a side table as his hands came up to cup my cheeks.
“Why are you crying?”
His thumbs brushed my tears away as new ones slid down, betraying me. “Who hurt you? What happened? Talk to m
