CLAIRE
"Why?"
"Because when Chloe said 'don't go,' you embraced her as if you truly understood that feeling."
The hallway was eerily silent. My back was pressed against the cool plaster. His feet were just six inches away from mine.
"He walked out when I was ten," I explained. "No warning. No argument, no buildup, no grand exit. He simply came home one day, packed a bag, and left. I was standing in the kitchen doorway. He never looked back. Not even once."
Eros didn’t apologize. He didn’t offer any comforting words or shift to giving advice. He merely listened, his gray eyes fixed on mine, his body relaxed against the wall. "I lingered in that doorway for a long time after he left," I went on. "My sister was in the living room. She was six. She kept asking when Daddy would return,
