The silence between them didn’t break.
It stretched.
Thin.
Fragile.
Like something that could snap with the wrong word.
Amelia held her ground, her arms still loosely crossed, her expression calm in a way that took effort. Alexander stood opposite her, unmoving, his gaze fixed on her like he was trying to see past everything she was choosing not to show him.
Neither of them spoke.
Not at first.
Because there was too much.
Too much history.
Too many things left unsaid.
And yet.
Not enough clarity.
Alexander exhaled slowly, his voice lower now when he finally spoke.
“Why?”
The single word lingered between them.
Amelia frowned slightly. “Why what?”
His jaw tightened.
“You know what I’m asking.”
She did.
Of course she did.
But acknowledging it.
That was something else ent
