-Hazel-
I was in the sunroom when they came in. The fancy glass doors, huge windows… it was supposed to be a peaceful place to unwind, but today it felt like an interrogation room. The sun curved around the space, but it felt wilting—a brightness that hurt instead of healed.
I looked up from my book the second I heard them.
Ace came in, arm around a girl—tight, familiar. Not like an acquaintance. Not introducing her. Just… arm around. Moving with an easy, practiced intimacy.
My heart broke.
I shut the book without thinking and stood.
They paused, noticed me, hesitated, then kept walking toward his room. Just walked away like I didn't exist.
I stared after them, chest tight. My thumb dug into the fabric of my top. Eyes stung with wanting to cry. I wouldn't. Not now.
I turned and walked off. Fast. Not really thinking where I was going.
I didn't cry. I didn't scream.
But God, I wanted to.