Chapter 165 Hundred And Sixty Five

• RYAN'S POV
• The second the door to Ariel’s room closed behind me, the silence of the corridor hit like a punch to the chest. My lungs felt too tight, my throat too raw. The sterile scent of antiseptic made everything worse, pressing down on me until it felt like the walls themselves wanted me to suffocate.
• I stumbled toward the restroom at the end of the hall. My boots echoed against the tiles, too loud, too empty. I pushed the door open and locked it behind me. The moment I was alone, I lost it.