Cliff's POV
The next day, as the first hint of dawn began to lighten the sky, the faint morning light filtered through the windows and spilled into the living room.
I leaned against the sofa, having not slept a wink all night, feeling waves of exhaustion wash over me.
After last night's chaos, my nerves were still taut. My mind was a jumbled mess of conflicting thoughts.
At that moment, I saw Vanya coming downstairs, carrying some toiletries, apparently planning to head back to her apartment early in the morning.
The moment I saw her, my nerves tightened like a bowstring about to snap, and I tensed up instantly.
I quickly stood up and took a few steps forward to block her path. My tone softened involuntarily, tinged with caution, "Where are you going?"
"Back to my apartment," Vanya
