Callum's POV
I never expected to see her walking my way.
Truth is, I came out here just to cool off. The party was loud, the lights too bright, the laughter too fake. None of it interested me.
I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, trying to clear my thoughts. I didn't intend to find her out here—definitely didn't expect her to spot me and start walking toward me.
With my gaze fixed on her, I noticed her steps were slow, unsure. Like her feet were moving before her mind caught up.
She looked… different. Not just because of the dress or the way the firelight danced in her eyes. No, it was something deeper. Something heavier.
Her shoulders were stiff. Her brows pinched like she was carrying something too big for her small frame.
I straightened up slightly but didn't move. Didn't speak.
When she finally reached me, she didn't say anything right away. Neither did I.