Winter’s POV

I put music on my phone and let it fill the flat, dancing to *Gabriela* by KATSEYE, letting myself move without thinking. For a few minutes, I felt like a main character in someone else’s life. Light. Untouched. Anything to distract myself.

A crisp knock at the door interrupted me.

My brows furrowed. “Who could that be?” I muttered.

My first thought was Noah. Maybe he had forgotten something. The music faded into the background as I padded toward the door and peered through ...