Dahlia's POV
The fragments of that birthday night haunted me relentlessly, yet no matter how desperately I searched my memory, the details remained frustratingly elusive.
It was during my freshman year at college when my birthday coincided with Christmas Day. I had imagined spending a quiet, romantic evening alone with Cobb, just the two of us. Instead, he decided to turn it into a group celebration, inviting half our dormitory floor, including Ivana.
At the time, I harbored no suspicions about Ivana. If anything, I felt genuine sympathy for her circumstances. She had lost both parents in a devastating car accident and was struggling to make ends meet while maintaining her grades. Despite being our age, she carried the weight of adult responsibilities on her shoulders.
