Hailey's POV
The car was suffocating despite the driver's silent presence in the front seat.
I stared out the tinted window, Floyd's words replaying in my head like a curse I couldn't shake.
Not because I wanted him back, I didn't. But because those words had ripped open wounds I'd thought were healed. Reminded me of how completely I'd loved him once. How easily he'd discarded me when something shinier came along.
How terrified I was of it happening again.
Maxwell sat beside me, jaw locked, radiating tension like a live wire. We hadn't spoken since leaving the fundraiser. Hadn't touched. The space between us on the leather seat felt like miles instead of inches.
The penthouse was dark and silent when we arrived, the city lights casting long shadows through the floor-to-ceiling window
