“Damek.”
The name remained suspended heavily between them.
Rain continuously struck the apartment windows while the city outside blurred beneath gray midnight skies.
Jayda sat silently at the edge of the bed now, blanket wrapped loosely around her while Faris stood several feet away near the dresser.
The distance between them suddenly felt enormous.
Painfully enormous.
Faris slowly dragged a tired hand across his face again before quietly laughing under his breath.
“I guess silence really is an answer.”
Jayda immediately looked up.
“That’s not what this is.”
“Then what is it?”
His voice remained calm.
Too calm.
That somehow hurt worse than shouting.
Jayda swallowed hard.
Because how could she explain something she barely understood herself?
Damek happened slowly.
Unexpecte
