-POV Derby
I sat on the floor of my apartment with my back against the couch, knees drawn up to my chest, the city lights outside the window blurring into streaks of gold and white. The silence was deafening. No buzzing phone. No notifications. I had turned everything off after the photos of Jordan and Tamara flooded my screen, after the perfect couple image had burned itself into my retinas like a brand I couldn’t erase.
I knew what this was.
I had known from the very first night.
The realization came quietly, not in a dramatic flash, but in the slow, heavy way truth sometimes does when you finally stop running from it. I had walked into that bar broken and angry, looking for something sharp enough to cut through the numbness Rian had left behind. I had seen Jordan sitting two seats a
