Lisa’s POV
He looked like he might punch the wall. The air around him was dense — not because he was violent, but because he had to. This was anger laced with a kind of pain I hadn’t seen in him before. Not that I knew enough about him to make such statements, but it was unsettling.
I stayed quiet for a beat. Then another. Thinking of the right words to say to him… none came.
“You okay?” I asked at last, my voice smaller than I intended.
He didn’t look at me at first. Just stood there, facing the door Lena had gone through, like maybe he was still thinking of chasing her down. Then his shoulders slumped.
"I will be."
That was not a yes.
I folded my arms, trying not to seem nosey, but my curiosity was dragging a chair and making itself comfortable. "You, uh… really hat— don't like he
