Kate paced around her small apartment, her footsteps echoing in the quiet space.

The morning light barely seeped through the blinds, casting long shadows on the walls.

Her face was flushed with frustration, her jaw clenched tight. She’d spent the entire night at Ryan’s house, waiting like a fool.

She sat on his couch, checking the time over and over, hoping he’d walk through the door. But he never came.

Now, back in her apartment, her mind was racing with dark thoughts.

Where the hell did he go?

Her chest tightened with suspicion.

Maybe he was with Serena. Again. Even after everything—the lies, the news that Amy wasn’t his daughter,...