Jamie burst out of the studio, his little legs moving as fast as they could. His face was red, hot tears rolling down his cheeks. His chest hurt. His stomach felt sick. His small hands were shaking, and his breaths came out in gasps.

Everything inside him was confused and aching.

He had always known Lena didn’t like him. But he had never expected her to say it so clearly—to tell him that she had never wanted him, that he was just a tool. A thing she used to keep Daniel.

And worst of all… he had hurt Maya.

The woman who had loved him, cared for him, kissed his...