“What's that supposed to fucking mean?”

I didn’t realize I’d said it until the echo bounced off the walls.

The door was already closed, but I wasn’t done. Not even close. My fists were clenched, and my jaw ached from how hard I was grinding my teeth.

Don’t break her?

That’s what Nate said to me?

I paced the living room, every step sharp. My chest was tight. Too tight.

He kissed her.

He held her, touched her—talked to her like he knew her better than I ever could. Like he ...