Willow's POV
My feet pounded against the pavement as I ran, each step matching the frantic rhythm of my heart. My lungs burned, pleading for mercy, but the fear propelling me forward was stronger. Brax’s outburst had shattered more than just his room—it had shattered the fragile trust I’d placed in him. The image of his rage was seared into my mind, a grotesque tableau of fury and destruction. I had thought he was different, and I believed him to be my safe haven. But now, all I wanted was to be miles away from him.
The cool air stung my cheeks, mingling with the tears I couldn’t keep at bay. My legs threatened to give out, but I pushed onward, driven by an instinctual need to escape. The noise of Brax's rage still echoed in my ears—his guttural scream, the sound of shattering glass. It
