The Weight of Secrets

ROWAN’S POV

The mattress dips sometime after three in the morning.

I’ve been lying here for hours, staring at the ceiling, my mind running circles around the photo of Cleo still burning a hole in my phone.

Sleep feels impossible. Every time I close my eyes, I see Sienna bleeding on the marble. See Malachi’s face going white when I asked what Carter was looking for.

See the threads multiplying fast