Edward's POV
I hadn’t said her name in five days not aloud, not even when I was alone because every time it even brushed the edge of my mind, something inside my chest tightened like a hand was slowly crushing it from the inside out.
She hadn’t looked at me since that night, hadn’t spoken to me, hadn’t acknowledged my presence beyond the way you acknowledge wind in a storm distant, cold, something you brace yourself against but never truly face.
And still, I walked these halls like a ghost looking for absolution, replaying that moment in my head so many times I knew every second of her collapse, the exact angle of her fall, the sound her body didn’t even make when she hit the floor.
What kind of man watches the woman he claims to love fall apart in front of strangers and walks away lik
