The room still held the tension of unspoken words, but Myra didn't look away. She didn't push, didn't pry. And somehow, that made it worse.
Arjun ran a hand through his hair, the frustration simmering just beneath his skin. "You're too good at this."
Myra raised an eyebrow. "At what?"
"Getting me to talk."
She smirked slightly. "It's a talent."
He shook his head, letting out a breath. "I don't like feeling like this."
"Like what?"
"Like I'm... stuck. Like no matter what I do, nothing changes."
Myra exhaled slowly and hopped onto the counter, her legs swinging slightly. "You ever think that maybe you're not supposed to fix everything overnight?"
Arjun frowned. "I don't have time to wait for things to magically fix themselves."
"No one said anything about magic," she countered. "Ju
