Garrett 's POV
The memory of Chloe standing alive in that doorway never left me.
Even now—with the London skyline glowing outside the hotel windows, media vans crowding the streets below, and tomorrow's competition threatening to destroy every secret we had left—I could still remember that day with terrifying clarity.
Every detail.
The smell of antiseptic in the rehab hallway. The slight tremble in her fingers when she opened the door.
The way my entire body forgot how to breathe.
Alive!
Chloe Hawkins had been alive all along.
After rehab, Dad kept her hidden in our family home. Not imprisoned. Protected. There was a clear difference. At least that was what we all told ourselves. Because the truth was uglier.
A girl who once lived loudly had been forced into hiding because someone wanted her dead.
And me?
