Abigail’s POV
The door to my room slams shut behind me, and I stand there for a moment, gripping the doorknob tightly as if it might safe me.
My heart is racing, and my chest feels tight. My mind feels like it’s spinning in a hundred different directions at the moment.
Nathan’s words still ring in my ears. The words sharp.
“You can’t handle it.”
The memory of his voice visits and leaves feeling somewhat strange. There was anger there, yes, but there was something else, too—something raw and unspoken, hiding beneath his attitude.
Vulnerability.
I pace the length of my room, unable to sit still. The confrontation was overwhelming, but it’s the look in his eyes that I can’t shake. The way he seemed caught between fury and something…broken.
I drop onto my bed, folding my.legs beneath
