Rae’s POVI sat on the floor with my back against the cabinets, knees pulled up, arms wrapped around them like they could hold me together. My phone lay face-down on the tile beside me, screen dark, but I could still see her last message in my mind:Zara: I’m so sorry, Rae. I’ll give you space. I love you. Always will.I wiped my eyes with the sleeve of Killian’s hoodie—his scent clinging to the fabric, cedar and warmth and safety—and tried to breathe.The guilt hadn’t left; it had just settled deeper, like sediment at the bottom of a glass. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Zara’s face above me, felt her mouth on my skin, heard my own moans that weren’t for Killian. And every time I opened them, I saw Killian’s face—hurt, forgiving, loving—and it hurt worse.My phone buzzed again.I flinched.I picked it up slowly, like it might bite. The name on the screen made my stomach lurch for a completely different reason.Ethan.I stared at it—heart pounding, thumb hovering over decline. I
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