Amara's POV
The next morning, I woke up feeling surprisingly lighter. It was as if the weight I’d been carrying for days had shifted just enough for me to breathe again. My mind lingered on Caden, his words, his touch, the way he made me feel safe.
But there wasn’t time to dwell on it. The moment I stepped into the kitchen, I was met with the sight of Ryder and Jaxon sitting at the table, their expressions grim.
The tension in the room was suffocating.
I froze in the doorway, my eyes darting between them. Caden wasn’t there, and I immediately wished I’d waited for him.
“Amara,” Ryder started, his voice unusually soft.
I held up a hand, cutting him off. “Don’t,” I said, my voice cold. “I don’t want to hear it.”
“Please,” Jaxon interjected, standing up. “Just let us expl
