Adina's POV

He walked out, and I felt a pang of guilt. I had just dropped a bombshell on him, revealing a past so painful it had been hidden for years. He had taken it with a quiet strength, but I could see the hurt in his eyes, the anger in his clenched fists. He needed time to process it, time to be alone. I watched him go, the door clicking shut behind him, and I lay back down, the bed a soft, lonely island in a sea of my thoughts.

My mind raced, connecting the dots of my dreams. The ...