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Thumb tracing the curve of my jawline.

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last update Last Updated: 2025-03-09 12:33:56

Amara's POV

The car ride home felt like an eternity. The world outside the window blurred as my mind replayed everything that had happened at school—Selena’s cruel words, Ryder’s and Jaxon’s betrayal.

My heart still felt like it was in pieces, each jagged fragment weighing me down with the heaviness of their actions. I didn’t know if I wanted to cry or scream. So, I remained silent, my gaze fixed outside the window, barely noticing the passing scenery.

Caden’s presence beside me was comforting in a way I couldn’t explain. He didn’t push me to talk, didn’t force any words from my lips. He let me have the silence, knowing that I needed it, just as much as I needed him.

His hand rested on the gearshift, but I could feel his eyes on me, even though I didn’t look at him. I could sense the questions, the concern, and the emotions he was trying to hold back. I wondered if he could see how broken I felt, how shattered everything had become in such a short time.

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