Gavin
Morning light spilled through the cracked blinds, sharp and unforgiving—just like the headache pounding in my skull. I was still tangled in the chaos of last night, the bitterness of it all gnawing at me from the inside out. The silence in the apartment felt suffocating.
I barely had time to think before a knock came at the door. Reluctantly, I dragged myself up and opened it.
There stood Caz, looking way too composed for someone who just waded through my mess. His eyes locked on mine, steady and unyielding.
“What do you want?” I snapped, already tired of this conversation before it began.
He stepped in without waiting for an invitation, calm but firm. “I want to talk.”
I scoffed, leaning against the doorframe. “You’re the reason everything with Taryn’s falling apart. So, no. I
