Diana’s POV
The confession still echoed in my head as I walked back from the infirmary. Ryan's words, the pain in his eyes, the way he'd begged me to stay. My mind was a storm of confusion and hurt, torn between the past that haunted me and the future I thought I'd chosen.
"I love you too. That's why I have to go."
Had I made the right choice? Or was I just running away like a coward?
The afternoon sun was warm on my face, but I barely noticed. Everything felt distant, like I was moving through a dream. Part of me wanted to turn around, march back to the packhouse, and tell Ryan I'd changed my mind. The other part wanted to grab Damian and disappear before I could make another mistake.
The pain of his betrayal still lingered, a constant ache in my chest that five years hadn't dulled.
