The door clicked shut.
And in that tiny sound, the entire world shifted.
Rose stood frozen in the middle of the living room, her breath shaky, eyes still locked on the space Christian had just vacated. Her chest tightened, as though the silence he left behind had stolen the very air from the room.
He was gone.
And this time… she wasn’t sure if he’d come back.
Her fingers trembled as she reached for the edge of the couch, lowering herself slowly. The cushions dipped beneath her weight, but it felt like sitting on stone. Her heart pounded loudly in the quiet room, echoing every word from their argument.
His voice had been cold and too controlled. And hers? Strained. Desperate, even. The emotions had been brimming beneath the surface for weeks, and now, they had burst like a dam crackin
