RYLEE POV
I couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that he was ready to tear me apart. His face was a mask of stoic indifference, his eyes locked on me without a hint of emotion or acknowledgment. It felt like he was evaluating every possible outcome, none of which included the reassuring words I desperately needed.
My thoughts raced with a million scenarios, none of them leading to a simple, affirmative response. The idea of hearing him say, "Yes, you can go, Rylee," seemed almost too far-fetched to entertain. My mind was a whirlwind of doubt and unease.
"Are you serious?" I finally blurted out, my voice trembling with anxiety.
His gaze was sharp, almost piercing. For a moment, I felt as if I had been caught in a web of my own making, unable to escape the scrutiny of his silence. I was
