George's POV
I parked my car a few meters from her place, hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than I realized. The engine hummed low, but my chest thumped louder.
I should have felt relief...happiness even, seeing her again, but something inside me twisted with unease.
Betrayal had a scent, and damn, it felt close. Last night’s exchange, the way she’d looked at me, the subtle pull toward giving me a chance...it should have been a spark, a hope. But Cierra… Cierra could never be trusted when emotions were involved.
I muttered under my breath, “You can do this, George… you got this.”
The words barely convinced me.
I stepped out, straightened my jacket, and approached the front door, each step feeling heavier than the last. I rang the bell...
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
Silence.
