KAIA. REYES
The second I closed the door behind me, the weight of it all came crashing down.
I leaned back against the wood, heels still on, gown still clinging to me like the night hadn’t ended yet. But it had. I had ended it. On my terms.
With wine, pasta, and every ounce of pent-up fury I’d swallowed for the past three years. And now I didn’t know what to do with the silence that followed.
I walked slowly to the living room, dropped my purse on the couch, and stood there, just staring at nothing. The satisfaction had been real. The look on Caleb’s face, the disbelief, the shock....it had scratched an itch in me I didn’t even know was still raw.
But now that it was over, it felt… quiet. Hollow.
I wasn’t sad for him. God, no. I was sad for mysey. Because I’d made the whole thing ab
