BEN POV

I didn’t remember much after that moment—just the sound of my own heartbeat echoing in my ears, and the feeling of my entire world collapsing.

Ambrose.

Alive.

The name pulsed in my mind like a curse and a prayer at the same time.

Nolan didn’t meet my eyes after dropping the bomb. He just sat there, staring at the floor like he’d been waiting for this moment to come—like it was a confession he’d rehearsed a thousand times in his head.

I stood there frozen, my voice ...