Avery's POV
The weight of Dylan's words pressed heavily against my chest, suffocating me with an unbearable mix of grief and disbelief. My lungs felt constricted, each breath shallow as I tried to process the reality he had laid before me.
Amelia.
I wanted to deny it. I wanted to scream at Dylan, to call him a liar, to accuse him of trying to manipulate me. But deep inside, I knew he wasn't lying. There was something in his voice; steady, patient, and unwavering that told me he wasn't just throwing accusations into the wind. He had proof.
"Tell me everything."
My voice came out more brittle than I intended, cracking under the weight of emotions I couldn't control. I hated how weak I sounded, how vulnerable I felt.
Dylan nodded, his expression unreadable. He didn't hesitate. He didn't soften the blow.