Bianca’s POV

The house was quiet, too quiet for a day that started off with so much drama.

I sat on the edge of my bed, my room dimly lit.

The silence was suffocating in the room. I felt it pressing against my chest like a weight, leaving me restless, agitated, unable to breathe.

But through all the restlessness and scaterred thoughts, one thing had been very clear to me.

I couldn’t keep waiting for Damien to fix everything.

Especially handling Nathan.

He had turned ...