Raisel’s POV
I shoved clothes into my backpack, my hands shaking. Then I froze, wiping the tears streaming down my face. A knock on my door broke through my thoughts.
“Raisel… I’ll explain the pictures, I swear, but… don’t leave. Give me a chance,” Soren’s voice came through, muffled yet desperate.
I hesitated but opened the door anyway. I should at least give him a chance to explain. We sat down on the couch, the silence between us thick with unspoken words.
“I’m not sorry… for what I did,” he began, his tone serious, almost hard. “I had a reason. It was to protect you…”
I bit back the urge to snap at him. His explanation sounded genuine, but how could he justify invading my privacy in the name of protection?
“Why are you so obsessed with keeping me in the dark, Soren? Who on earth
