The door clicked shut behind her.
For a moment, Amelia just stood there, back pressed against it, fingers still wrapped around the handle like she needed something solid to hold onto.
The silence inside her apartment felt… different tonight.
Too still.
Too aware.
She exhaled slowly, closing her eyes, letting her head fall back against the wood. The events of the night replayed immediately, uninvited and relentless.
Alexander.
The way his voice had cut through everything else.
The way her name sounded on his lips, familiar, dangerous.
Her chest tightened.
Amelia pushed herself away from the door, dropping her purse onto the small table by the entrance before slipping off her heels. The relief should have felt grounding.
It didn’t.
Nothing did.
She walked further inside, the sof
