Amara's POV
I continued walking aimlessly. My feet carried me without direction, no goal, no destination. I didn’t know where I was going—hell, I didn’t even know if I had a place to go. All I knew was that I couldn’t go back. Not to that house, not to them. The betrayal was too deep, the hurt too raw. They’d all failed me in the worst way possible.
I thought about Caden. His soft voice, the way he held me in those quiet moments, the way he comforted me even when he was just as broken. But I couldn’t think of him now—not when my heart was shattered, not when the wounds they’d inflicted were too fresh. I was angry, frustrated with myself for letting it get this far. I should’ve seen it coming. I should’ve trusted my instincts.
But they all made me believe. They made me think that maybe,
