Sammi’s POV
I watch my brothers, pretending they have some urgent work to do. It’s painfully obvious they’re just giving us space. Grayson stops them, saying something quietly that I can’t make out. Whatever he says seems to work, because they nod and leave without another word. I hear the cars pull away, but I still don’t move. I can’t. My body feels frozen, trapped in the storm of my own thoughts.
“Come on,” Grayson says gently, reaching for me. His hand feels warm against my cold skin, and I force myself to stand. He leads me upstairs, guiding me into my room with a purpose I can’t quite match. His fingers move to the buttons on my shirt, and I feel panic rise in my chest, clawing at my throat.
“This isn’t you,” he says softly, and his words strike me hard. I want to push him away, t
