Morris's POV
The pain in my chest was unbearable, like a thousand knives piercing through my heart simultaneously. My pulse thundered in my ears as tears burned trails down my face. I couldn't breathe properly, couldn't think straight. I'd only experienced this crushing sensation once before—when I lost my parents. That same devastating, soul-destroying anguish that makes you feel like your heart is physically breaking. Without Monica, I was dying inside.
"Morris, man, that witch and her father are camped out in the lobby. They're refusing to leave," Darren's voice broke through my misery. I looked up at him, feeling like I was surfacing from underwater.
"Darren, she ended things with us," I choked out. "Monica said there's no future for us anymore. That she won't be the reason I lose my son. She's going back to working with Grady." My voice cracked with desperation.
