-POV Derby
The tears kept coming, quiet and relentless, soaking into the front of Jordan’s shirt as I clung to him like he was the only solid thing left in a world that had already started to crumble. I wasn’t sobbing loudly. I wasn’t making a scene. It was the small, broken kind of crying that happened when the pressure had been building for too long and the body finally gave up trying to hold it all in. My shoulders shook with each silent wave, my fingers twisted tight in his shirt, and every breath felt like it was being pulled from somewhere deep and raw inside me.
Jordan didn’t move away.
He didn’t tense up. He didn’t try to fix it with words or promises or the kind of calm logic that would have made me feel even smaller. He simply held me tighter, one arm banded across my back, th
