Justin's POV:
I didn't go far.
Just stepped out of the janitor closet, trying to put space between me and the danger I almost became.
And boom—there he was.
Him.
A familiar face I'd only seen in photos.
Photos of him and June—at the bar, smiling like they belonged in each other's worlds. Him with his hand on the small of her back, leading her to his car. Him at his apartment door, opening it for her like he was some safe fucking haven.
Nate.
What the fuck was he doing here?
Rico told me he was a psychiatrist. Lived in the next town. Nothing to worry about, just some guy June knew after everything went sideways.
But now?
Now he was standing in the hallway with a staff badge from our university hanging around his neck like a loaded weapon.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
Before I could even decide whether to confront or gut him, something bumped into my back.
June.
