3rd POV Rowan
Rowan knew something was wrong before Allison even stepped into the building.
He felt it the moment she crossed onto school grounds.
It wasn’t obvious—not to anyone else. To everyone else, she looked the same. Same posture. Same guarded expression. Same sharp edge she carried like armor. She walked through the halls like she always did, head high, shoulders squared, daring the world to challenge her.
But underneath it?
Unstable.
Like a wire pulled too tight, ready to snap under the slightest pressure.
Ryder noticed it too.
“Yeah,” he muttered under his breath as they leaned against the lockers across the hall, watching her. “She’s worse today.”
Rowan didn’t answer right away.
His eyes tracked Allison as she moved through the hallway, her shoulders just slightly too
