Adina’s POV

The argument hung in the air like smoke, thick, bitter, and impossible to breathe through. I could still hear Nathan’s voice echoing in my head, his desperate plea for me to listen, to trust him but I couldn’t. Not anymore.

The pain in his eyes when I walked out of the room burned itself into my chest, but I couldn’t turn back. I needed answers, real answers. Not half-truths, not comforting lies wrapped in promises of safety.

For so long, I had accepted the things I ...