I pushed open the bedroom door and slipped inside. The moment Kay saw me, he didn’t say a word, didn’t even glance my way. Instead, he turned his back, facing the wall like it was easier to stare at plaster than at me. That small, silent motion cut deeper than any argument ever could.
I stood there for a moment, unsure whether to speak or leave.
The air between us was thick, humming with tension that neither of us knew how to break. I could hear the faint sound of his breathing .....steady, controlled, deliberate.... like he was holding everything in.
Finally, I sank down onto the edge of the bed, my fingers twisting into the sheets. The half-closed door let in a slice of hallway light that made the whole room feel colder somehow. My thoughts wouldn’t stop spinning. The conversation rep
