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~Ayden~
The pain coursing through my body had numbed my mind hours ago. It did nothing for my heart. I stared at the door of my suite as I lay against the couch, debating whether to leave it today. I’d spent the morning dodging everyone after sending a text that I was writing music and didn’t want to be disturbed. It was a lie, of course.
Making music was the furthest thing from my mind.
The night was a blur. I lost track of how many times I’d fallen asleep only to be awakened by a nightmare, one involving me catching Mia and some faceless man having s*x. No matter how many times I told myself it wasn’t true, doubt found its way into my mind. I questioned everything that had happened up to this point, trying to remember anything I might have misunderstood.
Wesley warned Bentley an
