Liora
I don’t know how to describe the feeling that rose in me as Callum spoke my name. like I was just another item on his list, another obligation he had to deal with.
It wasn’t just anger. Not just sadness either. It was something deeper, something that coiled in the hollow space behind my ribs and made it hard to breathe, like the ache of something sacred being turned into a joke you weren’t invited to laugh at.
He looked at me with eyes I used to want to trust, eyes I once could have given into, that whatever had passed between us meant nothing at all.
“Liora,” he said again, like he was addressing a stranger, like he hadn’t once looked at me like I was something more than what everyone else saw.
I stepped forward slowly, the weight of the world wrapping around my ankles like it
