Mishele P O V
I swallowed the pills dry, ignoring the bitter aftertaste that clung to my tongue.
I needed to get up. I needed to move.
Pushing myself off the bed, I took a few unsteady steps toward the door, pausing only to glance down at myself. I was still in my gym clothes.
Sweaty. Dirty.
It felt like I had been left here and forgotten.
Kody wouldn’t have done that.
Would he?
He was always meticulous when it came to me. Always leaving small gestures—flowers, notes, a blanket tucked around me when I slept. But today? There was nothing.
And it hurt more than it should have.
Steeling myself, I stepped out of my room, drawn toward the noise echoing through the halls.
Shouting.
It was coming from downstairs.
I followed it, recognizing voices but hesitant to assume.
A deep, furi
