June’s Point of View
“Will you be alright here?” Daniel’s voice broke the silence as soon as we stepped into the hotel room.
I set my suitcase on the small table, my fingers lingering on the handle for longer than necessary. My chest felt heavy, like every movement carried the weight of the decision I had made.
“Yes,” I whispered, then forced my tone steadier. “Yeah. Thanks, Daniel.”
He didn’t answer right away. His eyes followed me as I busied myself with the curtains, the bedspread, the little details that didn’t matter—like he was trying to see past my words, as if my soul was transparent and he was searching for cracks.
“You sure?” he pressed, crossing his arms. “I told you already… you can stay at my place. There’s more space. It’s safer.”
I turned to him and shook my head firml
