Blair stood in front of the window, peeking from behind the curtains as Jonathan’s car slowly drove away.
She closed her eyes. Her chest felt tight.
“Forgive me, Jonathan,” she whispered. “I’m not ready… for you to know who I really am.”
And she knew this lie couldn’t be maintained much longer.
But for now, it was the only way to keep her old world—and Jonathan—safe from the truth she had been protecting all this time.
The weight of her decision settled over her like a heavy blanket. She thought about the phone call the night before, about how Jonathan had said he was there for her, that she didn’t have to face things alone. Yet here she was, choosing to face this alone, choosing to keep him at arm’s length rather than risk losing him entirely.
Blair moved away from the window and sa
