Adeline's POV

Morning came too soon. I woke to sunlight streaming through windows I didn't remember opening. To Kayden already dressed, sitting in the armchair across from the bed, watching me with an expression I couldn't read.

"We need to talk," he said.

Four words that never meant anything good.

I sat up, pulling the sheet with me. My hand still tingled from where we'd fallen asleep touching. That moment of vulnerability in his mother's room felt like a dream now. Distant. ...