{Selena’s POV}

I was restless.

Bryan’s apartment reeked of beer and dust.

I had been waiting since last night, curled into his worn couch with only the pale light of a lamp to keep me company.

The clock had mocked me with every tick, reminding me how long he had stayed out. By the time the door finally creaked open, I was more exhausted than angry.

He stumbled in, his shirt torn at the sleeve, his knuckles raw as if he had just gotten out of a fist fight. His hair was damp with sweat, his eyes unfocused until they landed on me.

“Where the hell have you been, Bryan?”...