Chapter 15
Cole pov
I stood outside Room 214, one hand wrapped around a paper cup of coffee I'd bought twenty minutes ago and forgotten to drink. It had gone cold. I could feel it through the cardboard, dull and useless in my palm.
I'd walked past the door twice already. The third time, I stopped.
Through the small window in the door, I caught a flash of movement, Kayla laughing, head tipped back slightly, one hand pressed to her side like the laugh had cost her something. Rhys sat beside her, grinning, clearly pleased with himself for whatever he'd just said.
My jaw tightened.
I told myself it didn't matter. I told myself a lot of things lately that didn't hold up under any real weight.
The door opened a minute later, and Rhys stepped out, spotting me immediately.
"Are you going
