By Sunday evening, the Mercer sitting room looks exactly as it did before the storm.

That is the problem.

Colin’s mother pours tea. His father discusses deposits. Colin sits beside me wearing the expression he uses when charm is supposed to erase consequences.

“It was a lapse in judgement,” his mother says. “Cancelling now would humiliate both families.”

“He cheated on me.”

“And he is deeply sorry.”

Colin reaches for my hand. I move it away.

Across the room, Daniel leans against the doorway. He came only because I asked him, yet no one has offered him a chair.

Nothing in this family changes. They simply rearrange the blame until Colin remains comfortable.

“The wedding can continue,” Colin says. “After everything Daniel has done, surely you can see he manipulated you.”

Daniel looks at me.

He is waiting for me to speak.

I want to say I chose his hand at the cabin because it felt honest. I want to say the warmth between us was not panic, revenge, or loneliness.

But every face turns toward me, and the words become trapped beneath years of being agreeable.

“I need time.”

Daniel’s expression closes.

He walks outside. I follow him into the rain.

“Daniel, wait.”

He stops beside his motorcycle but does not turn.

“I know what happened between us meant something,” I say.

“It meant too much.”

“Then why are you leaving?”

Daniel finally faces me. Rain shines in his dark hair.

“Because you have not ended one life, and I will not let you hide inside another.” His voice breaks at the edges. “I spent years being whatever remained after my family chose Colin. I cannot be the wrong brother you reach for because the right one disappointed you.”

“You are not second.”

“Then choose yourself before you choose me.”

He puts on his helmet.

I grab his jacket, desperate to hold him there, but Daniel gently removes my hand.

“When you know the difference between running away and walking toward something, you will know where to find me.”

His motorcycle disappears into the rain.

Behind me, the Mercer house glows with the wedding everyone still expects me to save.

For the first time, I realise Daniel is right.

Escaping Colin is not the same as choosing freedom.

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