Amy’s POV
By the time I get home, my entire body feels like a storm waiting to explode. My chest is heavy, my head throbs, and my throat burns from choking back tears all the way here.
The house is silent when I step inside, and it’s almost suffocating. I don’t even bother turning on the lights as I make my way to the bedroom. I just want to crawl under the covers and disappear, to hide from the image of Kael’s soft, protective expression as he helped her into his car.
That image is etched into my brain like a brand I can’t erase.
I peel off my jacket and toss it carelessly on the chair before sliding into bed, my back to his side, my body stiff and rigid. My heart pounds in anticipation. I can already hear his car pulling into the driveway.
A few minutes later, the bedroom door opens
