Ashlyn's POV
Scrolling down the list, my heart sank. My breath quickened as my eyes landed on Evan’s name, far below where it should have been.
A lump formed in my throat. “No... no... no,” I muttered, my voice barely audible.
Frantically, I turned, scanning the crowd. There, away from the chaos, Evan stood. His posture slouched while his hands were buried in his pockets. His expression was distant, resigned, as if he had already known this was going to happen.
“Evan,” I whispered, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he turned away, his steps slow but deliberate.
I hurried after him, but before I could catch up, Xavier appeared, grabbing my arm. “Ashlyn, wait. I need to talk to you.”
Yanking my arm free, I shot him a glare. “I don’t want to hear anything from you.”
Brows furrowed in c
