Jack's POV
I stood in the living room of Rosa Villa, the door still vibrating from the force with which it had closed behind Anna. The message couldn't have been clearer if she'd painted it on the wall— she didn't care enough to even offer an explanation. The utter dismissal left me feeling hollow, like I'd become nothing more than a nuisance to be brushed aside.
"Jack...
I turned to see Lucy standing behind me, her eyes filled with unmistakable sympathy. I hadn't even noticed her following me here.
"Anna's already gone, Jack," she said softly. "She doesn't care about you anymore."
Her words pierced through me like shards of glass. My ears rang with denial, my mind refusing to process what she was saying. This can't be happening. Not Anna. Not like this.
