I couldn’t breathe.
Not in that hallway, not in that house, not in this pack.
The image of Caspian kissing her—Bridget—was seared into my memory, playing on a cruel, endless loop behind my eyes. Every time I blinked, it was there. Her arms around him. His hands in her hair. The same hands that once held me like I was everything.
I should’ve known. I did know. Deep down, I think I always did.
I stumbled into my room, barely able to keep myself upright as I closed the door behind me. My legs gave out before I made it to the bed, and I slid to the floor, pressing my back against the door. The silence of the house wrapped around me like a suffocating fog. It was quiet—too quiet. Like even the walls knew what I’d seen. Like they were waiting for me to finally admit the truth I’d spent so lo
