Window seat.
Not looking back.
Not once.
Caleb behind her.
That detail shouldn’t have mattered.
It did.
Rowan
I felt it before I turned.
Not literally.
Just awareness shifting.
Mason wasn’t doing anything obvious.
But I knew he was there.
That was becoming a problem.
Serena nudged me slightly. “Stop pretending you don’t care what direction the bus is facing.”
“I don’t.”
“You absolutely do.”
I didn’t answer.
Because I could feel the distance behind me.
Not physical.
Something else.
Mason
We hit traffic outside Manhattan.
Bus slowed.
Noise inside increased.
People talking.
Phones buzzing.
Everything louder.
I leaned back.
Tried not to look forward.
Failed.
