Chloe’s POV

For a moment, maybe a minute, or what seems like a century, Jake and I simply stared at each other in front of the hotel’s reception. The fluorescent light above us flickered, buzzing in the silence that wrapped around us like a suffocating fog.

My heart hammered painfully against my ribs. My hands were still trembling from what I had just seen on the CCTV monitor, Zoe, my sister, my blood… kissing Tyler like he meant everything to her.

And he did.

Clearly, ...