Dane's POV
I caught Nathan storming down the stairs, his steps heavy, his expression carved with the same torment I carried. Our eyes locked, and for a breathless moment, neither of us spoke. We only stared, two broken mirrors reflecting the same agony. Nathan looked just as wrecked as I felt. He hadn't been himself since Hailee left yesterday, and I? I was drowning in grief. It felt like someone had carved a hollow in my chest, ripping away a piece of me I couldn't live without.