Lira Pov:
From the car, the city lights blurred behind tinted windows, and I let my head rest against the cool glass.
The party had ended.
Damian had leaned in close earlier, his breath was warm against my ear as he whispered, “We should be on our way now.”
I didn’t argue.
Honestly, I was already tired. Tired of smiling, tired of pretending and tired of holding my chin high while my heart quietly cracked under pressure.
I just wanted to go home.
Not because home was better, but because it somehow felt safer than the place we’d just left.
Silence filled the car, Damian’s hands gripped the steering wheel as he drove. He didn’t speak, and neither did I.
My mind wasn’t still, my father’s voice played on repeat in my head.
The word divorce echoed like a gunshot in a quiet room. I kno
