Danny's POV
The glass door didn’t just slide open, it felt like it ripped the world in half.
The moonlight was pale and sickly, spilling over the terrace and hitting them. My mother. And Elena. They weren't just close. They were tangled, skin on skin, a mess of limbs and rhythmic movement against the stone railing. My mother’s head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her breath hitching in a way I had only ever heard when she was pretending to love the man standing right next to me.
I felt Chadwick’s hand tighten on mine. It wasn’t a squeeze. It was a crush.
"Chad," I wheezed, my heart hammering a frantic, erratic beat against my ribs. "Chad, let’s go. Please. Let’s just leave."
He didn’t move. He stood there like a statue carved out of ice, his eyes fixed on the sight of his wife losi
