Daylan's POV
I stood in my apartment, the muted hum of the city seeping through the closed windows. The clock ticked past 7PM, and I hurriedly stuffed a few essentials into my overnight bag. I hope that Brielle was still okay. After everything she had been through with Rick and her struggles at work, she needed someone by her side. Someone who cared deeply for her, and that someone was me.
Just as I zipped up my bag, there was a firm knock at the door. My heart sank. I knew who it was before I even opened it.
Tabitha stood in the hallway, her eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and hurt. She was still as striking as ever, her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and her expression one of cold determination.
"Daylan," she said, her voice clipped. "We need to talk."
"Tabitha," I rep
