A quiet ache radiated through her chest, dull and consuming. Tears blurred her vision, but she blinked them away, unwilling to break completely.
She turned, each step echoing with a heaviness that came from knowing.
Thea walked home in silence, the city around her distant and unseeing.
Every missed message, every unanswered call—
Was it Savannah all along?
The thought settled over her, cold and final.
"Am I losing him—or did I already?"
"Maybe he's still the same. Maybe he was just… busy," she murmured, the words barely making it past the tight knot in her throat. They hovered in the air—hollow, unconvincing.
He couldn't have changed. Not completely. Not the Ryder who used to know her heart before she even spoke it.
