Sonia’s POV
I reached for him then, and for a moment, he let me. His hand found mine, trembling, desperate, before he suddenly pulled back.
“I can’t,” he said softly. “Not tonight.”
Something shattered quietly inside me.
I nodded slowly, forcing the tears not to fall. “Then I guess there’s nothing left to say.”
He didn’t stop me when I turned toward the door.
He didn’t stop me when I slipped my heels off and walked barefoot across the polished floor, the sound of my steps soft against the silence.
And when I reached the doorway, I looked back just once, at him standing there beneath the dim chandelier, his shoulders slumped, his eyes fixed on the ground.
“I was never the one who left, Alexander,” I said quietly. “You were.”
Then I walked out.
The hallway was empty, quiet except f
