Rogan stands in the doorway and says, "I didn’t think you’d come," in a flat
voice that suggests he should be welcoming me rather than viewing my presence as a minor annoyance. His remarks were relentless and icy, and they struck me like a wave. Our relationship has been tense for days, but this—this seems different. Everything about this moment is changing, including his tone and the way his eyes dart momentarily toward the window. Deep in my chest, I sense it.
With my heart pounding in my ears, I cautiously enter the room. "We're supposed to meet here, you said. I arrived.
Rogan remains motionless as he observes me while lightly tapping the doorframe with his fingertips. I don't know why, but it feels like I'm a stranger. "You shouldn’t have," he whispers, but I can clearly hear what
