Mark’s POV

The sunlight was too damn bright. It streamed through the windows like it belonged here—like it had the right to touch everything in this twisted place. I wanted to rip the curtains down.

I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, trying to push away the heavy weight in my chest. My body was stiff, sore, and every time I closed my eyes, flashes of last night slammed into me like a punch to the gut.

Alice.

I gritted my teeth, dragging a hand through my hair. I shouldn’t ...