Adrian Hale POVI didn’t sleep that night.Damien hadn’t come back to bed. He’d been downstairs for hours, drinking, quiet, broken. Every sound in that house felt wrong too heavy, too sad.I kept telling myself to go down, to check on him. But something in me froze.Maybe I was scared of what I’d see.When I finally went down, it was almost morning. The light from the city bled through the blinds, cutting across his face. He sat by the window, a bottle in his hand, eyes red from no sleep.“Damien,” I whispered.He didn’t move.“Please talk to me.”He turned slowly, his voice low and rough. “There’s nothing left to say.”“Yes, there is,” I said, walking closer. “You’re hurting yourself for something that’s not your fault.”He laughed bitterly. “Not my fault? You saw the video, Adrian. I did that.”“You didn’t!” I grabbed his hand, trying to make him look at me. “It was edited. I know it was!”He looked at me like a man already drowning. “Maybe I just don’t deserve to be saved.”My ches
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