Rowan's POV

I sat in my car, slumped over the steering wheel, my head resting on the cold leather, the weight of the world pressing down on my chest. The horn blared repeatedly as my forehead accidentally nudged it, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My hands gripped the wheel so tightly that my knuckles were turning white, and I could feel the tremors building in my arms. I was falling apart, unraveling, and I didn’t know how to stop it.

With a heavy breath, I forced myself to sit up. I started the engine but immediately turned it off, slamming my fist against the dashboard in frustration. The pain...