~Marie's POV~
I don't think. I just moved.
I grab my keys, toss on the first pair of shoes I see, and walk out the door with Jake's words still echoing in my head.
Selena.
The name tastes foreign and familiar all at once. It wraps around my ribs like a memory I can't quite touch, pulling at threads I thought were buried years ago. If what Jake said is true, if Jason knew, if everyone knew except me…
Then I need answers.
Now.
The taxi ride feels like a blur. The streetlights blend into gold streaks, my nails digging into my palms the entire way. I don't text him. Don't call. Don't even know what I'd say. Every heartbeat is a question I don't know how to ask.
When I reach the building, I nearly trip over my own feet rushing toward the elevator. My hand hovers over the keycard pad—but then I hear something.
Laughter.
A voice.
Feminine. Too close. Too familiar.
I freeze.
The hallway is quiet except for the faint sound of her—Stacey—and Jason.
I press my back to the door.
