Amara’s POV
The courtyard felt suffocating, the weight of emotions pressing down on me like a heavy fog. My legs carried me away, fueled by the desperate need to escape—escape the whispers, the stares, the raw pain that clawed at my chest. I didn’t stop until I reached the abandoned garden, a secluded part of the school where no one ever went.
I pressed my back against the cool stone wall, trying to catch my breath. My heart was racing, not just from the confrontation but from everything—the lies, the betrayals, the truth unraveling before me piece by piece.
Then, I heard footsteps.
I knew who it was before I even looked up.
Jaxon.
He was breathing hard, like he had run after me. His usual cocky arrogance was gone, replaced by something raw, something desperate. His dark eyes lo
