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Starting the engine, I pull away from the manor and head toward the streets of London.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Indi

It’s been five long, horrible weeks since everything blew apart at the funfair. One second, I was happy, laughing with Caleb, feeling like maybe life was finally giving me something good for once, and the next, Sasha appeared and destroyed everything.

Although really, Caleb destroyed it the second he slept with her.

Yeah, technically, we weren’t together at the time, so it wasn’t cheating in the strictest sense, but that doesn’t stop it from hurting. The fact remains that hours after almost sleeping with me, he slept with another woman instead. No explanation in the world makes that sit right in my chest.

Then Sasha claimed they’d been sneaking around behind my back for weeks. Caleb denied it, but I couldn’t even bring myself to look into his eyes long enough to know whether he was telling the truth.

And honestly? The fact that she said it at all planted a seed of doubt I can’t seem to rip out.

If he really was sleeping with her while telling me he loved me, then he’s not the man I thought he was.

So why does it feel like my entire heart is missing without him?

God, I miss him.

Every single day, every time my phone rings and his name flashes across the screen, every cell in my body wants to answer. But I can’t do it. It hurts too much. He broke something inside me this time that feels impossible to repair.

I still love him.

Still miss him.

Still crave him.

But the pain Sasha caused that night drove so deep into my chest that it feels embedded there permanently. Maybe one day I’ll be able to hear his explanation. Maybe time will soften this enough for me to listen.

But not yet.

Living with Kenzi has been strange, but good. She keeps me grounded when I start spiraling and reminds me why I left in the first place, why I can’t just run back to Caleb because I miss him.

He sold our story to the press.

My story.

Combined with the Sasha disaster, it makes me question whether I ever truly knew him at all.

Tonight’s shift has been unusually quiet. The emergency department is calm for once, with barely any serious cases coming through. The nurses are joking around while trying to keep the few patients we do have entertained and comfortable.

Then suddenly the emergency alarm sounds.

Kenzi and I immediately move toward the ambulance bay, waiting for the paramedics to wheel in whoever’s coming through the doors next.

I hear the patient before I properly see him.

Male voice. Young. Groaning in agony.

The hairs all over my body rise instantly.

“Male, early twenties,” one of the paramedics rattles off quickly while pushing the gurney inside. “Single-vehicle collision with a tree. Possible intoxication. Blood pressure dropping. Complaining of severe pain on the left side. Possible concussion and multiple lacerations from shattered debris.”

The patient groans again.

Something cold sweeps through me.