Rebecca's pov
Getty… how could I have possibly forgotten about her? The thought hit me like a blow, guilt sinking deep as I realized I’d been so caught up in my own pain, I’d overlooked her need for help. I closed my eyes, taking a steadying breath. Then, with renewed purpose, I rose to my feet.
I glanced over at Ryan, his presence a reminder of the storm I’d just weathered. Placing my hands on my hips, I met his gaze with a cold steadiness. “Don’t expect my thanks,” I said flatly, my voice devoid of gratitude. Those were my final words to him before I turned and bolted toward the dorms.
When I reached the door, I pushed it open with all my strength, my voice breaking through the silence. “Where is she? Getty? Kayla? Where are you?”
“Over here!” came Kayla ’s frantic reply from the cor
