CHAPTER 173

DECLAN

Stepping out of the bathroom, I made my way to the foot of the bed, my gaze falling on Hazel. She sat there, staring blankly at the bedside lamp, her features tense yet fragile. I could see it—the effort she was putting into keeping up a strong front. But beneath the surface, she was breaking, piece by piece.

“Did you find who you were looking for?” I asked, my voice rougher than I expected