"I don't deserve you, O'Neal... I've ruined everything."

The words slur from Reo's lips, and they’re heavy with alcohol and regret. He’s slumped on the cold curb outside a dim bar, and his sharp eyes look glazed and distant. The city buzzes in the background with the occasional honk, but right now, it's just the two of us.

A few minutes earlier, my phone buzzed nonstop on the nightstand. Leo’s name flashed across the screen, and his voice sounded urgent when I answered.

"Jennie, it's Reo. He's... not in a good place. I can't leave this meeting. Can you check on him?"

Even with everything inside me twisting, I said...