Lucian's POV
I stayed by Rhoda's door all night...I didn't move. I didn't leave. I didn't sleep.
I just sat there in my wheel and stared at her door like it held the answer to everything I'd ever lost in life.
When morning came, I knocked.
No response.
She was clearly ignoring me.
I knocked again softly at first then louder.
Still silent.
“Rhoda,” I called, my voice low hoaste from the cold night and my desperation “Please….babe please open the door”
Still nothing.
Not even a sound.
I rested my forehead against the door, biting back the tears.
They say men don't cry, but here I was, about to break down because the woman I loved didn't want to talk to me.
My heart felt like it had been ripped open and set on fire. I deserved her anger, her silence, her hatred.
But I still nee
