CHLOE’s POV

The door had barely closed behind them when I heard it

Jake’s voice.

Not the strong, controlled, determined tone I was used to.

Not the confident one he used to speak to crowds with.

Nor the harsh one he sometimes used when he was angry and yelling.

This one was… broken. Filled with pain.

“Chloe… please…”

His voice drifted through the thin walls, muffled but heavy, thick with pain.

A sob followed. Sharp. Unexpected. Raw.

I ...