AIDEN’S POV
The heavy oak doors groaned shut behind Elena, the sound reverberating through the empty hall like a final, crushing blow. My chest tightened, the air suddenly too thick to breathe. Three months. That’s all I had.
Three months to undo the damage, to mend what I’d shattered. The thought clawed at me, raw and unrelenting. I couldn’t lose her again. Not her. Not after everything.
“Lisa won’t like this.” Luke’s voice cut through the silence, low and cautious but with an edge that made my jaw clench. He stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. “She already hates that Elena’s here. This? It’s going to push her over the edge.”
I turned sharply, my patience fraying like a thread pulled too tight. “I don’t care what Lisa likes,” I snapped, the words sh
