Abigail’s POV
Nathan glares at me, his expression cold and unyielding as I stand in the doorway.
The tension between us is suffocating, and I have to fight the urge to step back.
The night air brushes against my skin, but it does little to cool the heat rising in my chest.
For a moment, I consider leaving. Maybe this isn’t worth it. Maybe confronting him will only make things worse.
But the memory of his argument with Ricky echoes in my mind—his anger, the bitterness in his voice, and the way he stormed out, leaving everyone else to deal with the aftermath.
I take a deep breath, steadying myself. “You know, you’re not the only one dealing with things, Nathan.”
His glare sharpens, his lips curling into a bitter smirk. “Oh, here we go,” he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
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