June’s Point of View
I stood there. Silent. Frozen.
My eyes were fixed on carpeted floor.
The words Dos just said replayed over and over in my head like a cruel echo. Cold. Sharp. Distant. As if I was a stranger—someone who had no right to be curious, no right to care.
But I wasn’t trying to invade his world. I wasn’t trying to pry. That folder… I didn’t even know what it was. I just saw it sitting there—so out of place—and thought maybe it was important. I never imagined it would trigger such a reaction.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing myself not to cry.
I get it. He has boundaries. Walls. And I’ve tried so hard to respect them. I know he’s not the type to open up easily, but still… it hurt.
It hurt so damn much.
I walked away quietly—no fight, no questions. Just silen
