Adrian followed her to the bedroom door like a lost puppy.
"Mira, wait—let me explain—"
She turned, one hand on the doorframe, and looked at him. Really looked at him. The strong jaw she had once loved to trace with her fingertips. The brown eyes that had looked at her like she was the center of his universe. The mouth that had spoken vows she had believed with her whole heart.
How did we get here?
"There's nothing to explain," she said. "Ivy needs a place to stay. You want her here. I said yes. What more is there?"
Adrian blinked, clearly thrown off balance. He had been bracing for a fight—she could see it in the tension of his shoulders, the defensive set of his jaw. He had prepared arguments, justifications, maybe even a few lies.
He hadn't prepared for calm.
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