Amelia’s POV

We packed in silence the next morning, Ryder folding clothes into his bag with more force than needed while I tucked mine carefully away. The room already looked bare, like we’d never been here at all. A weight settled just under my lungs, making it hard to breathe, but I pushed past it.

When we stepped into the hall, Sloane was waiting. Her arms were crossed, her eyes sharp as ever, but there was no anger there.

“Thank you,” I said quietly. “For everything. For helping ...