*Lena*
I stepped into Eason's room, immediately struck by the stillness that greeted me. The air was thick with unspoken words, the weight of the past hanging between us like a shadow neither of us could ignore. Yet, we both did our best to pretend everything was fine.
Eason offered me a polite smile, the kind you'd give to an acquaintance rather than someone you once shared your life with. “So, uh… do you want anything to drink?" he asked, breaking the silence as he gestured toward the small kitchenette in the corner of the room.
“No, I'm fine, thanks," I replied, shaking my head. The last thing I needed was more caffeine. My nerves were already on edge.
As we stood there awkwardly, I couldn't help but notice how much had changed since the last time I was here, back when Eason was lat
