Sumy’s POV
I hate that Ryder has known this place, and I know they will disturb me, demanding the kids, wanting me back—which will never happen. They think they can drag me into their world again, but no force will make me step back into that place I escaped. Not them, not their bond. Never.
I step out of my office to the balcony of the restaurant to breathe. The air conditioner inside hums softly, but I need the sting of natural air against my skin, something that might cool the restless fire burning through my body. My heart pounds heavier than it should, and I press my palms against the railing, trying to calm myself.
That’s when I see her.
Hannah.
She is sitting alone, her dress torn at the sleeve, her knees scraped raw. My heart skips, a violent thud that makes me drop the breath
