Lena
“She wasn’t running from me.”
The words shattered the corridor.
And suddenly—
Everything went silent.
The collapsing rink.
The screaming metal.
The dust falling around us.
None of it mattered.
My pulse hammered painfully.
Because Rowan looked serious.
Too serious.
And that terrified me.
No.
No—
I stared at him.
“What?”
Mason looked pale beneath the concrete slab.
Kane had gone completely still.
And Rowan—
Rowan looked exhausted.
Like carrying truth had finally become heavier than revenge.
The corridor groaned violently overhead.
Still—
Nobody moved.
My voice shook.
“She wasn’t running from you?”
Rowan’s eyes met mine.
“No.”
The answer came softly.
Not defensive.
Not angry.
Just tired.
Cold spread through my stomach.
Because suddenly—
The story I had
