Leo did not even know when his legs carried him out of the house. One moment he was still standing there, Amara’s words clawing at his chest, and the next he was outside, breathing like the air itself was poison.
The pavement under his shoes felt unsteady, the night air pressed in on him like a thousand hands, cold, heavy, suffocating. He wanted to scream. He wanted to tear something apart.
He could not stay in there with her. Not after what she said. Not after what she admitted. Adrian. Always Adrian.
Every step he took felt like he was dragging chains, but still he walked. The darkness of the street swallowed him whole, lamps flickering like they could not decide whether to shine or die.
The silence was not silent at all. He could hear his heart, too loud, too violent, beating like
