Chapter 107

NOAH Olivia pushed my hand away the moment we stepped out of the car, her movement sharp and instinctive, as if she couldn’t wait to put distance between us. I let out a low, bitter laugh, the sound rougher than I intended. “So this is how you treat me now?” I lifted my gaze toward her house. The entire place was dark, quiet, asleep—except for the bright light glowing from her bedroom window, stark against the night. That single light felt like a silent answer to everything I didn’t want to think about. My arm stayed locked around her waist. No matter how hard she tried to pry my hand away, I didn’t loosen my grip, as if letting go would mean admitting something I wasn’t ready to face. “You’re not trying to tell me you’re going back to Liam, are you?” I asked, my voice low, edged with something dangerously close to resentment. But when I really looked at her—at the shadows under her eyes, the tension in her shoulders, the way exhaustion clung to her like a second skin—something inside