Caspian's POV
"It was always you."
I had rehearsed this moment a hundred times. In the car. In meetings I don't remember sitting through. In the dark of this exact room while she slept against my chest and I stared at the ceiling and waited for the day she would finally see me.
She sat pressed against the headboard with the sheet clutched to her chest, her hair wild, her eyes huge and wet and full of a betrayal I had built with my own two hands.
And I felt it, the thing I am never supposed to feel, the floor of me dropping out, because the one person who had ever reached past all my walls was looking at me like I was a monster wearing a familiar face.
‘This is the moment,’ I thought. ‘Tell her.’
I could have. The words were right there.
‘I never forgot you. Not one day. I left the
