Caden
As I sit on the edge of my bed, the silence of my room presses down on me like a weight I can’t shake off. The taste of Ivy’s lips still lingers on mine, but it’s a bitter reminder of everything I’ve messed up. I can almost hear her voice echoing in my head, the hurt and rage woven into every word she screamed at me. “You’re pathetic,” she said, and I can’t help but feel that’s exactly what I am. I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I run my hands through my hair, trying to collect my thoughts. How did I let things spiral so far out of control?
The door swings open, and Dad steps in, his expression stern. “Caden, we need to talk,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest. The disappointment in his eyes feels like a punch to the gut. I know he’s heard the commotion, the a
