XANDER
I used to think nothing could make me angrier at Amara than the day she walked out of my life without a single word of explanation. But sitting here now, across the table from her, I realized I had been wrong—so terribly wrong.
The anger inside me was different this time. It was hotter, heavier, fueled not just by her actions but by the lies she might have told.
I stared at her, trying to read the emotions flickering across her face, searching for something—anything—that could explain what was happening.
I still wanted to believe the best of her.
But deep down, a small, cold voice in the back of my mind whispered the truth.
I leaned back slightly, folding my arms across my chest as I asked the question that had been burning in my mind all night.
“So, tell me, Amara… what was
