The morning sunlight seeped through the curtains that were not fully closed. The rays of light danced gently on the bedroom walls, creating a warmth that was supposed to be comforting but was not for Adriana.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her knees pulled to her chest, arms tightly hugging her legs. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were red from a sleepless night. Each knock at the door since morning made her chest tighten.
It must be Ryan.
Of course, it was Ryan.
Adriana closed her eyes, trying to calm the surging waves of emotion within her. The feelings she had been suppressing began to blur, mixing into a confusion she couldn’t explain.
Anger.
Fear.
And somehow… warmth.
Adriana hated feeling this way. Hated herself for starting to soften, for beginning to wonder if Ryan
