Diego's POV

“Davina?”

I froze the moment I opened the door.

Davina was curled on the bed, arms thrown over her face, crying into the sheets like the world had ended.

I didn’t speak. Couldn’t. The words lodged in my throat, sharp and useless.

Because just like that, I was dragged back to the first time I’d found her like this.

Same broken sobs. Same ache in my chest I couldn’t fix—no matter how much power I had.

Back then, I asked a question. A stupid, selfish one that tore us ...