YELENA

Tyler didn’t look like himself.

There was no blood on him, no fresh wounds I could see, but something about him felt… broken. Like a man who had already been dragged through hell and left there too long.

His shoulders were low, his face was pale, his eyes were empty in a way that made my chest tighten.

My heart ached just looking at him.

How did it get this bad?

How did he fall this far without saying a word to me?

Why didn’t he trust me?

I swallowed hard, my fingers curling ...