Page 21 of The Yoga Teacher

But when he pushed open the bedroom door, it was empty.

A deep, sickening pull settled low in his stomach.

The closet door was open. Her suitcase was gone.

No.She was just—she was just angry. She was making a point. She wasn’t actuallyleaving him.

Daniel forced in a breath, his fingers closing tighter around the ring. His throat burned as he swallowed.

She just needed time.

That was all.

Shehadto come back.

Because if she didn’t—

No. He wouldn’t think like that. He wouldn’t let himself.

This wasn’t permanent.

Itcouldn’tbe.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Hannah

HANNAH DIDN’T REMEMBER getting on the freeway, didn’t remember the turns she took, didn’t remember how she ended up parked in front of Mia and James’ house, her knuckles white against the steering wheel.

Her vision blurred as she stared at the house, warm light glowing through the front windows. A home. A place that still felt safe.

Her entire body was shaking, her pulse hammering so hard she felt it in her throat. She could still hear it—Daniel’s voice, Sienna’s moans, the wet slap of their bodies colliding—it wasinsideof her, crawling under her skin, choking her.

She stumbled up the walkway, her bag slipping off her shoulder, her chest tightening with every step.

The porch light flickered on as she rang the doorbell, and the moment the door cracked open—

Shebroke.

Mia’s face barely had time to shift to concern before Hannah let out a choked, gasping sob.

“Han—?”

Another sob tore out of her before she could stop it.

And then Mia was there.

Arms wrapping around her, holding her up, pulling her inside as Hannah’s body folded in on itself.

The weight of everything—ofwhat she saw, what she lost, what she could never get back—came crashing down all at once.

She couldn’t breathe.

She couldn’tstop.

Her sobs were violent, heaving, a raw and ugly sound she didn’t recognize as her own.

Mia’s hand smoothed over her back, her voice soft but urgent. “You’re okay, you’re okay, I’ve got you.”

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