~Nancy POV~
I have been standing at Will’s door for what feels like twenty-five minutes. I don’t know whether to knock or just turn around and never return.
But running away from something that matters something like him, won’t change anything. I have to face it, now and forever.
Knock… knock!
I knock, and the moment I hear the doorknob turn, my body freezes. His eyes meet mine, and my breath catches.
“Come in, honey,” he says, smiling, but I can tell he’s forcing it. I nod silently and follow him inside.
Each step feels heavy; the air between us is thick with tension, neither of us daring to speak. I move to the sitting room and take a seat, and Will mirrors me.
As soon as we settle, he breaks the silence.
“How have you been?” His eyes are fixed on mine, searching for some sign of
