Faris stood beneath the rain like he wanted to say something else.
But he didn’t.
The parking lights reflected weakly against his damp face while his eyes remained fixed on the jacket wrapped around Jayda’s shoulders.
Fear.
Jayda saw it clearly now. And somehow, that frightened her more than anger would have.
“Faris…”
His gaze slowly lifted toward her.
Then softened immediately.
Too quickly.
Like whatever emotion slipped earlier was never there.
“You should rest,” he said quietly.
Jayda swallowed hard.
The distance between them suddenly felt unfamiliar.
Before, she always knew how to reach him.
What to say.
How to calm him.
Now everything between them felt fragile.
Careful.
Like one wrong move could break something permanently.
Faris shoved both hands inside his pockets
