Tyler's POV
I was just about to leave my hotel room when I saw him. Eric. Right there. Standing in front of my door like he had all the time in the world.
I froze for a second. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.
He looked at me, looking hesitant, like he wasn't sure if he should be there. "Can I come in?" he asked, his tone pleading but also carrying the weight of something unspoken.
I didn't hesitate long before stepping aside, letting him in. What else was I supposed to do? Part of me wanted to slam the door in his face, but the other part—the part that had been tangled up in this mess—just let him in.
Once the door closed behind him, he took a deep breath, his eyes avoiding mine. "Tyler, I need to tell you something. Anne and I, we're... we're getting together."
The words hit harder than I expected, but I forced a smile, pretending it didn't matter. Pretending it didn't hurt, even though every fiber of my being wanted to scream.
