Sophia sat on her bed, staring at the small crack in the ceiling. It had been two days since Kael had apologized, but she still couldn’t bring herself to face him. She didn’t know what to say. Her heart was torn between anger and something else—something she wasn’t ready to admit.
She had been avoiding him on purpose, staying in her room as much as possible. Every time she thought about his words, about the way he had begged for her forgiveness, her emotions twisted in ways she couldn’t understand.
Suddenly, the sound of her door bursting open made her jump.
Her heart pounded as she sat up, startled. Before she could even react, Kael stepped inside, his face filled with frustration. He looked like he hadn’t slept, like something had been eating at him these past two days.
“Sophia,” he
