Orion’s POV

The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway buzzed faintly, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me. I paced the corridor, my fists clenched and chest tight, replaying Ava's words over and over.

Her hatred burned into me like a brand.

She was right, wasn’t she? I had made my choice. And my choice had been Chloe.

Not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t let go of the guilt.

But standing here right now, alone in a hospital that felt more like a tomb, I wasn’t sure if the weight of that guilt was worth everything I’d lost.

I needed air.

Without sparing another glance...