That Saturday evening, Sebastian parked a safe distance from Melissa’s house. His fingers drummed anxiously on the steering wheel as he stared at her front door. He took a deep breath, his mind racing.
‘Will she even let me talk to her? Every attempt to reach her has been blocked. Maybe I should just leave…’
He closed his eyes briefly, then shook his head firmly. “No. She needs to hear this. She has to know the truth about Damian.”
He stepped out of the car, straightened his jacket, and walked toward Melissa’s door. When he reached it, he hesitated for a moment before pressing the doorbell.
Silence.
He pressed it again, and this time, the door opened quickly.
"Dam..." Melissa started, her face bright and expectant, but her expression froze when her eyes landed on him. "You?"
