Waiting for him to speak, I crossed my arms, my voice laced with firm annoyance as I threw my pain at him like daggers.
“I’m still hurt from having to learn you had a fling with Nichol.”
The air between us grew suffocatingly thick. His grip on me started to tremble, his fingers digging in slightly before retreating like he was afraid of breaking me further.
And then, I heard it.
Kody was crying.
The sound hit me harder than I ever thought possible. I wanted to ignore it, to push past it and focus on my own pain. But hearing his quiet, broken sobs shattered something in me. Even if I didn’t want to admit it, even if I hated myself for still caring, the sound of him in agony made my heart twist painfully.
But I held my ground. I had to.
His voice came next, raw and unfiltered, each wo
