Avery’s Point of View
The silence in the house was suffocating.
I sat on the couch, arms crossed, staring at the door like Kaiden would walk through it at any moment. But he didn’t.
It had been hours.
I sighed, shifting my position. Was he avoiding me? Did he think I was mad at him?
A part of me wanted to be angry, to be upset that he had just left like that without a word. But another part of me—one I hated to admit was more concerned than anything else.
I exhaled heavily, running a hand through my hair before glancing at the clock. It was past midnight. No sign of him.
I couldn’t sit here any longer.
Pushing myself off the couch, I grabbed a light jacket and stepped outside. The cold air wrapped around me, sending a shiver down my spine, but I ignored it as I walked toward the garden. The grass felt soft beneath my feet, and the gentle rustling of the leaves in the night breeze was oddly soothing.
I lay down, staring up at the sky. The stars twinkled above, distant and unre
