Nathan’s POV
She hadn’t mentioned him.
Of all the things she’d shared with me on the plane here—her fears, her stubbornness, even the way her laugh always carried a hint of apology—I couldn’t believe she hadn’t told me about him.
Kaden.
The name alone made something primal tighten in my chest. I stood in her old bedroom, half-dressed, shirt hanging from one hand, staring out the window like the bastard might materialize in the driveway just for the pleasure of catching a bullet between the eyes.
I’d heard them yesterday when they came back. Not all of it, but enough.
Isaac’s voice low and steady. Hers... trembling. Shattered in a way I’d never heard before. The pain in it wasn’t fresh—it had settled deep, woven into her. And the way she brushed it off with that laugh, like she wasn
