The plane ticket lay between us, like it had weight. Alexander stared at it for a second, then at me, then back at the ticket again. His face shifted, expression darkened, really fast.
"Aurora..."
My stomach tightened right away. Like my body knew before my brain did. I tried to steady myself. "It’s not what you think."
But the words came out thin even to me. Because after everything that had happened… nothing felt believable anymore. Not even the parts I wanted to still hold on to, Alexander let out a laugh, a short, bitter one like it was forced through his teeth.
"Really?" His eyes caught mine and didn’t let go. "Then tell me what I’m supposed to think."
I started to answer, opened my mouth, then I closed it again because I didn’t have an answer. Not one he would accept, not one he
