Talia’s POV
John looked like he’d been shot. The blood drained from his face faster than I could blink as he staggered, taking several steps back before steadying himself.
“You can’t do this to me, Talia. For God’s sake, you can’t.” John said, his eyes visibly turning red with anger.
“I’m sorry, John. My mind is made up.” I said.
As I stood there, the words hung in the air like a chandelier in a grand ballroom. John’s face, once a map of calm determination, now crumpled like parchment in a flame. The news had struck him with the force of a physical blow, leaving him breathless and reeling.
“I’m not going to let you do this to me, I can’t. Not when we’re this close to the finish line, we’re f*****g close, Talia!” John yelled, slamming his fist into the wall.
I jumped back in frigh
