*Ryan*

I'm pacing back and forth in my room the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the floor. The room is dim, the only light coming from the window, which is partially covered by a thin, gauzy curtain that flutters softly in the breeze. My mind is racing as I think about what Amber told me. My heart is heavy with the weight of her words, and I can’t seem to shake off the feeling of betrayal that’s gnawing at my insides.

I keep replaying the scene in my head, the ...