Larissa's POV
I stood there, motionless, staring at the empty kitchen doorway Brayden had just walked through. The silence in the kitchen was deafening, the only sound was the faint hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock on the wall. The smell of burnt eggs and Brayden’s cologne hung heavy in the air.
This wasn’t how I expected this confrontation to go. I should have felt justified. I should have felt right. Instead, all I felt was… unsettled.
I don’t know how long I stood there, staring at nothing. Then a surge of anger shot through me. I shouldn’t be the one standing here feeling bad. Brayden had been the one who had done something to me, why did he get to walk out as if he was the victim here?
I needed to do something. I needed to leave, not just the kitchen but the e
