Garrett's POV
I stepped out of the bathroom with the towel still draped over my head, rubbing it slowly against my hair, but it did nothing to ease the pressure building behind my eyes. It wasn't just exhaustion. It was something heavier.
Something that had been sitting in my chest for days now—unsettled, unresolved, and getting harder to ignore even when I tried.
I dropped the towel onto the back of the chair and reached for a clean shirt lying on the bed. My movements were mechanical, automatic, like my body knew what to do even when my mind was somewhere else entirely.
Because it was. On her. Always her. I've always been too protective of her but now I wasn't so sure which way to follow after finding out what she had been up to lately.
I exhaled sharply, dragging the shirt over my head and pulling it down before running my fingers through my damp hair.
"Get it together," I muttered under my breath.
But even that sounded hollow. Because I didn't have it together.
