Ethan hadn’t meant to hurt her. The second the words left his mouth, he regretted them, but Camilla was already walking away, shoulders stiff, her steps hurried as if she couldn’t escape him fast enough.
He almost went after her. Almost grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms to take it all back. But he didn’t. Because deep down, there was a voice in his head whispering that maybe she was right to be scared. Maybe she was right to doubt him.
That night, he barely slept. He tossed and turned, replaying their argument over and over. The way her face crumbled when he accused her of not trusting him. The way her voice wavered when she said she was scared. And instead of comforting her, he had made it worse.
The next morning, he called her. No answer. He texted. Nothing.
By the aftern
