Chapter 311

• Chloe leaned forward, fierce and protective. “Ayla doesn’t owe him anything. He made his bed—let him drown in it.”
• “We’re not asking her to take him back today,” Alex said softly. “Or tomorrow. Or ever, if that’s her choice. But at least talk to him. Hear him out. He’s slowly losing his mind.”
• I shook my head even as the tears finally broke free. "We've already said all that needs to be said. Hearing him out won’t fix anything.”