Ian’s POV
I stood in the living room, my pulse still racing as the sound of Mona’s footsteps grew louder. I knew she’d come through that door, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of rage that coiled tight in my chest. Every breath I took felt like fire, burning through me, threatening to spill over.
She had gotten out of the car. She’d looked at me like I was the enemy. Like I was the one who had done something wrong. And it hit me all at once—she was the one who had put distance between us. Not just physically, but emotionally.
The sound of the door creaking open snapped me out of my thoughts, and I turned to face her. She was standing there, eyes wide, but her stance was defiant. I could see the way she held herself—like she was trying to hold on to something, but I wasn’t sure what.
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