CHLOE’s POV

The door was still moving, and already everything was slamming into me, all the feelings, all the fear, everything at the same time.

Ethan’s secret. What secret was Tyler even talking about.

Tyler’s threat.

Jake’s suspicion.

It felt like all three were circling me, closing in, waiting for me to choose which truth would kill me first.

I stayed there long after Ethan left, sitting on the cold wooden bench, hugging myself as if I could hold my own pieces ...