Chapter 30

Chloe’s POV

I dreamed that Drake was leaving me.

It did not start dramatically. There was no shouting or anger. That was what made it worse.

In the dream, I was standing in the safe house living room, barefoot, wearing one of his shirts. The house looked brighter than usual, empty in a way that echoed. Drake stood near the door, calm and distant, adjusting his jacket like he was about to leave for work.

“Where are you going?” I asked him.

He did not look at me.

“I cannot do this anymore,” he said.

My chest tightened even in the dream. “Do what?”

“Us,” he replied simply.

I walked toward him, panic rising. “You said you would protect me. You said I was safe with you.”

He finally looked at me then, but his eyes were cold. Empty.

“You were never meant to stay,” he said. “You were temporary.”

I reached for him, but my hands went straight through his arm like smoke. He stepped outside. The door closed. The soun