SOFIA
I did not go back to the table after that.
The room felt smaller even though nothing had changed. The same walls surrounded us, the same distance remained between our chairs, and the same controlled stillness filled the air. But the weight of the conversation lingered in a way that made staying there feel like a heavy, deliberate mistake.
“You don’t want the full answer.”
His words didn’t leave any space for a response. They settled over me, precise and final, just like every other secret he chose to keep behind his wall of silence.
I was the first to step away.
I did it slowly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me run. I just needed to break the structure he had built around us.
“You don’t get to decide what I want,” I said.
“I already have.”
The statement
