"She wasn't even trying to hide from me," Megan said, her voice barely above a whisper. "She wanted me to see her. She just stood there… watching."
The firelight flickered softly across her face, painting warm shadows across her cheeks — but it couldn't mask the pain in her eyes. That raw, hollow ache. The kind that only comes from betrayal.
She looked like someone clinging to hope far longer than she should have.
She had believed — foolishly, maybe — that if she just kept holding on, if she kept showing Artemis how much her family meant to her over everything else… she'd come around. That she'd stop.
But it was clear now. Artemis had made her decision.
