The moment I stepped inside my apartment, I locked the door immediately. Then the second lock. Then the chain.
My hands were trembling slightly by the time I finished. Outside, Wallace was still there.
“Nyra, please open the door.”
His voice came muffled through the wood, heavier now. Desperate.
“I know you’re hurt, but please just let me explain.”
I leaned back against the door slowly and closed my eyes. For a moment, I waited for it. The breakdown. The unbearable pain.
The kind of heartbreak that would leave me shattered on the floor crying over the man I once loved more than myself. But strangely, nothing came.
No violent sobbing. No urge to run back into his arms. No desperate need to hear another explanation.
There was hurt, yes. A deep one. The kind that left bruises somewher
