The rain hadn’t stopped since that morning.

It poured relentlessly over the city, washing the streets with cold silver light, while thunder rumbled like an echo of the chaos inside Adrian’s heart.

He stood in the hospital parking lot, drenched and trembling, watching the drops strike the asphalt as if each one carried the weight of his guilt.

How could I have been so blind?

He had believed Casandra’s lies. He had defended her. Worse — he had turned against the one woman who had stood by him through every storm.

“Rosemary…” he whispered, running a shaky hand through his wet hair. The name burned his throat like an apology...