George's POV
The second the words left her mouth, the apartment went painfully quiet.
“If this isn’t what you want anymore, then just break up with me instead of dragging this out until I feel stupid enough to do it myself.”
I stared at her across the kitchen, something sharp twisting low in my chest so hard it almost knocked the breath out of me.
She looked angry.But underneath the anger was hurt, and somehow that was worse. Because I knew exactly how I’d gotten us here.
Weeks of half-answers. Weeks of trying to carry everything myself because I thought keeping her away from it would protect her. Instead, all I’d done was make her feel unwanted.
The realization sat heavy in my chest as I dragged a hand slowly down my face, exhaustion finally catching up to me in full.
“Moxie,” I s
