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 ...