A soft knock came from the door.
Olivia had just stepped out of the bathroom when she saw Hunter standing at the threshold of the living room. His face looked weary, eyes red, hair messy like it hadn’t been touched by a comb all day.
“Olivia,” he murmured softly. “Can we talk?”
Olivia didn’t answer. She tossed a small towel over her shoulder and walked into the living room. “If you’re just here to say ‘thanks for letting me stay,’ save it. I don’t need small talk.”
Hunter lowered his head briefly, then stepped closer. “No. I... I’m not here for that. I came to say I’m sorry.”
Olivia let out a bitter laugh. “Sorry? After everything you’ve done? You think one word is enough to patch up a heart you shattered?”
“I know it’s not enough. But please... just hear me out.”
“Hear you out?” Ol
