The weight of her words crushed me, pressing the air from my lungs. She never planned to run away. The truth of it, ugly and undeniable, settled in my gut like a stone. All of it—my rage, my accusations, the cliff—it was all built on a foundation of lies. My blindness. My failure.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, a harsh vibration against my thigh. Marcus. The investigation. I pulled it out, my movements sluggish, my eyes never leaving Antalya’s still form on the bed. She had turned her ...