Keya's POV:
Cara was still rummaging through the kitchen for cake while I waited outside in the hall, arms folded, head pounding. I just needed one thing to feel remotely normal again.
But normal looked like a faraway dream. It felt like it was so far away from me. f*****g playing hide and seek with me.
I blinked and froze when I saw Rhys stepping out of the guest corridor, dragging a big-ass suitcase behind him, looking like hell warmed over.
I stared at him, my mouth hanging open. I was right.
He didn’t even flinch when he saw me. Didn’t explain. Didn’t offer a word. He just kept walking, eyes low, like he thought I might disappear if he pretended hard enough.
My chest tightened. My fingers curled into fists. Anger pulsed like a flood within me, threatening to break the dam I had b
