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“He didn’t tell me everything,” Kael says.“But he told me enough.”

“Enough for what?”

“Enough to know she didn’t want to be alone.”

That word again.

Alone.

My chest twists so hard I almost hunch over.

Because I get it.

I get why she chose Finn.

He’s soft.

He’s safe.

He’s quiet.

He wouldn’t push her.

He wouldn’t grab her.

He wouldn’t scare her by accident.

I exhale slowly, forcing oxygen past the sharp ache in my lungs.

“She should’ve called one of us,” I say.

“She didn’t want us to see her like that.”

“No.”My voice cracks like ice.“She didn’t want to see me.”

Kael doesn’t answer.

He doesn’t have to.

I stand abruptly, needing to move.Needing to break something.Needing—

I don’t know.

I stalk down the hallway, fists clenching and unclenching.Kael follows at a distance but doesn’t speak again.

My boots thud across the tile as I reach the locker room doors — and stop dead.

Wren is there.

Standing in the doorway.

Talking quietly with a rookie about tape sizes.

Her voice is soft.

Her hair pulled into a loose braid.

Her eyes shadowed from lack of sleep.