Chloe’s POV

Morning came too fast.

I woke up with the heaviness of the previous night still weighing on my chest, the kind of heaviness that settles into your bones and refuses to leave. The room was dim, only a sliver of sunlight slipping through the curtains. I turned, expecting quiet, maybe even peace.

Instead, I jolted at the sight of him.

Tyler was sitting in the armchair across the room, elbows on his knees, staring straight at me. His eyes were red, whether from ...