Meghan
The door creaks open, and there he is. Aaron stands on the other side, his tall frame almost blocking out the dim light from the hallway. His face is a careful mask, but I know him well enough now to catch the flicker of unease behind his composed exterior. He doesn’t move to speak immediately; he just looks at me, his sharp green eyes searching mine for answers I don’t want to give.
“What are you doing here?” I snap, my voice sharper than I intend. The pressure of the evening has me wound so tight I feel like I might unravel at any second.
Aaron steps inside, his movements deliberate, but there’s something hesitant about the way he closes the door softly behind him. The latch clicks into place with a finality that seems to echo in the small space, loud and jarring against the hu
