Adrian's Point Of View
Waking up felt like climbing out of a foggy abyss. My head pounded like a drum, the aftermath of too much whiskey and too many regrets. The morning light was merciless, seeping through the heavy curtains and stabbing at my eyes. But none of that mattered. As soon as my mind stirred awake, her words slammed into me like a freight train.
"Adrian, I’m leaving first thing tomorrow morning."
The memory hit me so hard, I bolted upright. Panic clawed at my chest. She couldn’t leave. Not after everything. Not after she promised me forever. I swung my legs off the bed, ready to race to her room and beg her to stay if I had to, again.
But then, I froze.
There, curled up on the other side of the bed, was Emma.
My breath hitched, and my heart thudded in my chest as relief
