DEVIN BERKELEY.
I step out of my room, rolling my shoulders once as I head toward the kitchen. My throat is dry, and I don’t think about anything beyond water.
Regan is in the living room. I see him without looking directly and I ignored entirely.
I walk past him, straight into the kitchen, open the fridge, and reach for a bottle of water. Footsteps follow but I don't turn because those aren't Jessica's.
“We need to talk.”
I take another sip before lowering the bottle.
“We don’t.”
I move to step past him but he blocks me. I shift slightly to the side, ready to walk around him, but his hand shoots out, grabbing my arm and pulling me back.
My gaze drops slowly to where his hand is on my arm and something triggers in me.
Subtle and sharp.
I don’t say anything, but my expression tig
