RYDER'S POV
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There's a heavy, fast knock against my front door. The banging rings through the large apartment with an echo, my name cracking through the hard wood, "Ryder!" Victoria's voice rips through the crack below the door. I'm there within an instant, yanking it open. Victoria stands there, eyes swollen red, chin trembling, but she isn't crying. Not anymore. Instinctively, I pull her into my apartment, into my arms.
"What's wrong?" I ask, arms wrapping around her. She presses her forehead against my chest, shaking her head, her fingers curling into my shirt. The heat from her face soaks through the fabric of my t-shirt. Victoria pulls away all of a sudden, blinking as she glances everywhere except at me. She looks devastated, and the most gut wrenching thought crosses my mind. I
