登入[Carter’s pov]I hadn’t moved for a long time.Not really.Time had passed—I could tell by the way the light in the room had shifted, by the faint ache settling into my muscles.But none of it registered properly. I was still standing in the same place, my mind stuck somewhere between what I had heard and what I was supposed to do with it.Father.The word refused to leave.It didn’t belong where it had been placed.It didn’t fit.And yet—It had been said.Out loud.Real.The door opened.The sound cut through everything.I turned sharply, instinct taking over before thought could catch up.Olivia.For a second, I just stared at her.And then—Panic hit.Fast. Immediate. Uncontrolled.“Olivia—” I stepped forward too quickly, my movements unsteady in a way I wasn’t used to. “What are you doing here?”Her brows pulled together slightly, confusion flickering across her face at my tone.“I came to see you,” she said, her voice soft but cautious. “You weren’t answering your phone.”Of cou
[Olivia’s pov]The silence he left behind lingered longer than it should have.I stood there for a moment after Ronan walked out of my cabin, my eyes fixed on the door as if he might come back and say something he had chosen not to.He didn’t.Of course he didn’t.That wasn’t who he was.I exhaled slowly, pressing my palm lightly against the edge of my desk.Everything felt like it was shifting again—quietly, steadily—like the ground beneath me wasn’t as stable as I had thought.Carter.The thought came uninvited. Unavoidable. Last night’s call replayed in my mind, every broken word, every uneven breath.You were right, Olivia. Something had cracked. What was he talking about? What was the reference about? And I still didn’t know what.My fingers moved almost on their own, reaching for my phone. I stared at his name for a second.Just a second.Then I pressed call.It rang.Once.Twice.Three times.No answer.A small crease formed between my brows. That wasn’t like him. I ended the
[Olivia’s pov]Morning came too quickly.Or maybe I just never really slept. The sky was still pale when I stepped out of the house, the air cool enough to raise goosebumps along my arms. Homer was already by the car, leaning against the hood with a cup of coffee in his hand like this was any other ordinary day.It wasn’t.Nothing felt ordinary anymore.“You look like you wrestled your thoughts all night,” he said as I approached.“Feels like I lost,” I muttered, slipping into the passenger seat.He hummed, like he expected that answer, and got in without another word.The drive was quieter than yesterday.Not heavy.Just… careful.Like both of us were choosing what not to say.I stared out the window again, but this time the city didn’t blur—it felt sharper. Every passing face, every turn, every building felt like it was part of something bigger I hadn’t yet pieced together.Carter’s voice echoed in my mind.You were right, Olivia. The way he had sounded—Broken. That wasn’t something
[Olivia pov]The ride home felt longer than usual.Or maybe it was just me.I leaned my head lightly against the window, watching the city blur past in streaks of gray and gold, my thoughts refusing to settle into anything steady. Everything felt too close together—too loud inside my head.Candice being taken.Then found.The conversation with Homer.The truth sitting quietly beneath my ribs like something fragile I didn’t yet know how to hold.And Ronan.I closed my eyes briefly.That was the part I hadn’t been able to shake.The way he had looked at me.Calm.Controlled.But not untouched.“You’re thinking too much,” Homer said from the driver’s seat.I huffed a faint breath. “When am I not?”“Fair point.”Silence followed for a few seconds, broken only by the soft hum of the engine.Then—“What did he say?”I didn’t need to ask who he meant.I shifted slightly, turning my gaze forward instead of out the window.“Nothing,” I said.Homer glanced at me briefly. “Nothing?”I shook my h
[Carter’s pov]The voices didn’t stop after that. I could hear more of their bickering and it just became more crazy. Their tones just changed. They became sharper, colder and stripped of whatever restraint had been holding them back before.I should have walked in. I should have ended it right there—forced the truth out into the open instead of standing in the hallway like a ghost listening to my own life unravel.But I couldn’t move.Not yet.Because something told me—there was more. Now that I was finally hearing it all, this was the time I could hear everything. “There it is,” my father’s voice cut through, low and edged with contempt. “The act drops eventually, doesn’t it?”I stilled again.“You’ve always been good at this,” Sahl Velcro, my father continued. “Playing the victim. Twisting situations to suit you.”A short, humorless laugh answered him.“Is that what you think I’ve been doing all these years?” Camilla shot back.“What else would you call it?” Sahl replied. “You w
[Carter’s pov]The footage flickered once before stabilizing. Grainy. Silent. But clear enough.I stood in the security room, arms braced against the desk, my eyes locked on the screen as the timeline rolled back.Every angle. Every second.“Play that again,” I said.The technician didn’t argue. He rewound the clip, the timestamp jumping back exactly thirty seconds.Candice appeared in the frame. Walking down the corridor with that same careless trust that had always made something in my chest tighten.My jaw clenched. She stopped near the turn. I looked around. Waiting for someone. The frame shifted— And then I saw her.Camilla.Stepping into view like she belonged there. Like she had every right. My pulse slowed. Dangerously.Because rage like this— It didn’t explode.It sharpened.She crouched in front of Candice, speaking to her—soft, calm, controlled. Candice didn’t hesitate.Didn’t resist.She just… went with her. I stared at the screen long after they disappeared.“Send me this
[Olivia’s pov]The room felt like it had stopped breathing.Just like I did silently.Camilla stood in front of me, the wine bottle raised in her hand. I glanced at her once again, pleading with my eyes that she stops. Meanwhile, Camilla had made it clear with her threat that she held so many grud
[Carter’s pov]Then there was silence. I could not speak anything. My mind struggled to catch up.“That’s not—” I shook my head instinctively. “That doesn’t make sense. How could Candice even do something so gruesome like this?” I denied. Not that I was worried that perhaps Olivia was lying to m
[Carter’s pov]My phone rang just as I was about to take a turn toward the school. I didn’t hear it at first among my worry and scattered mind. The phone rang once again and when the car stopped at the red traffic light I snapped out of it.Olivia.Her name flashed across the screen. For a second,
[Carter’s pov]The restaurant door closed behind Olivia with a dull thud. But the sound echoed inside my head like a gunshot. I felt it as if my heart had stopped pounding. My soul died at that moment.For several seconds, I didn’t move.I even forgot to breathe. Didn’t even blink.My eyes remaine







