Cheryl's POV
“She has something on me.”
The words fell from his lips like stones into water, heavy and irreversible.
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I just stared at him, feeling the ground beneath my feet shift. My heart was thundering in my chest, but my limbs were frozen, stiff with disbelief.
She has something on me.
That sentence echoed over and over again in my head, and with every repetition, it burned hotter—an inferno roaring in my chest, trying to claw its way out of me. My fingers loosened their grip around his wrist, not because I wanted to let go… but because I had to. Because if I held on a second longer, I might have shattered right in front of him.
“What does she have on you?” My voice cracked around the edges, but I couldn’t keep the question down. It came out too
