Chapter 154. The Weight of Everything

Tristan's POV

The hallway felt colder than it should’ve been. Each step I took echoed too loudly, bouncing off the walls like the doubts ricocheting through my skull. My feet moved on their own, carrying me away from Elona, away from the soft bed I just sat on with her. I couldn’t stay there. Not with the way that she looked at me. Not when I didn’t know how to fix what I had shattered.

The house was too quiet, except for the soft hum of the fridge and the faint rustle of Camille moving around in the kitchen in her heels. She was now walking down the hallway towards me in a silk robe as if she wore it like she owned the place already, like she belonged here more than anyone else. A mug of coffee dangled carelessly from her fingers. She looked up at the same time as I did and smiled. Smug and calm, like she was waiting for me to unravel.

“Couldn’t