Alicia’s POV
I didn’t remember grabbing the car keys, or even opening the door to the garage. It all felt like my body moved before I gave it permission—maybe a leftover habit from being controlled.
But I was driving now. On my own. Windows down, wind catching strands of my hair, and nothing ahead of me but an empty road and the chance to breathe.
Not run. Just breathe.
The silence inside the car was louder than the chaos I’d just left behind. I didn’t turn on the radio. I didn’t need noise. I needed space—physical, emotional, everything. For weeks, maybe longer, I hadn’t really been here. Not fully. My mind had been… someone else’s guest. My body, a hotel room for a queen who never asked before checking in.
And those men—God.
I should’ve felt something—anger, heartbreak, betrayal. But instead, there was this strange numbness in my chest. Like the part of me that wanted to be wanted had cracked open and realized how shallow all of it was.
Lucas. Leo.