Chapter 09

SAM'S POV

The night air was sharp and cold as I left Genevieve’s loft. My hands were stuffed deep in my pockets, my jaw tight with frustration. She had shut me out again, siding with Nora like always. I knew she was only trying to protect her, but it didn’t make it any easier to swallow.

I got into my car and gripped the steering wheel for a long moment, forcing myself to breathe. The engine purred softly beneath me, but I felt restless—like I was trapped in a loop I couldn’t escape. Nora was slipping through my fingers, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t seem to stop it. Why did I sign those damned papers? I asked myself for the umpteenth time.

By the time I got back to my apartment, the emptiness inside me had settled like a weight in my chest. I tossed my keys on the counter, kicked off my shoes, and collapsed onto the couch. The room was too quiet. Too still.

I grabbed my phone, knowing it was a bad idea but doing it anyway.

I opened Pictory and searched for my name. It