Orion’s POV
I watched her walk away from the window, her figure fading into the distance. Every step she took felt like a blow to my chest. Ava was leaving. And I had done nothing to stop her.
The frustration I felt wasn't just at the situation—it was at myself. I had let everything spiral out of control. My family, Chloe, and the lies that tangled us all together. But most of all, I hated how powerless I felt when it came to Ava. She deserved better than the chaos I had brought into her life, but damn it, I wanted her to stay.
When she disappeared from view, I turned away, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to think. What could I even say to make her stay? Would she even listen if I tried?
I stepped out of the room, intending to clear my head, but the sight in the hallway drove a knife straight through me.