TERESA'S P.O.V.
As soon as the taxi dropped me off, I felt like I was moving through a haze. My heart felt like it was splintering with every step, and by the time I got inside my apartment, I couldn't hold it together anymore. The second I shut the door, I collapsed onto the floor, letting the sobs break out of me.
Eventually, I managed to pull myself up and stumble into my bedroom, curling up on the bed. My face was buried in my hands as I struggled to breathe through the heartache. My mind kept circling back to him, to Lucian—the way he'd smiled, the way he'd looked at me, the way I had let myself believe in him. A fresh wave of tears blurred my vision as I fumbled for my phone, desperate for someone to anchor me. My fingers shook as I dialed Luke's number, my brother, my best friend, my rock.
"Teresa?" His voice was warm and calm, but the moment he heard my trembling breaths, I could hear his concern sharpen. "Teresa, what's wrong?"
