I thought I was in control. But Miles is gone, and without him, everything feels off-balance.
Damen is holding too tight. Julian’s gaze lingers too long. Titus won’t meet my eyes. And even Miles, when he returns, is pushing—pressing—like he already knows what I refuse to admit.
Something is slipping, and for the first time, I can feel them noticing.
I tell myself I can keep them at a distance. That they won’t be able to see the cracks forming beneath my feet.
But the more I fight, the harder it is to pretend. And if they start asking questions, the answers might pull me under.
And I don’t know if I’ll find my way back.
