Kiana’s POV
I woke up the next morning with a headache that felt like it was drilling straight into my skull. The events of yesterday had replayed in my mind over and over until I had no choice but to face the brutal truth. Mason didn’t want me anymore. His words—his cold, sharp words—still stung. I had always prided myself on being strong, on keeping my emotions in check, but not yesterday. Yesterday, I had crumbled. Today, I couldn’t let myself fall apart again.
I threw the covers off and swung my legs out of bed. The rain had finally stopped, but the air was thick with the remnants of the storm. The world outside my window was damp and quiet, as if the sky itself was holding its breath.
I dragged myself through the motions of getting dressed, but every movement felt like it was happe
