I stepped into the hallway, each step echoing louder than it should have. The fluorescent lights above hummed faintly, but all I could hear was his voice, soft and raw.
"I never stopped caring, Nora. Not for a second."
The weight of those words sat heavily in my chest, like a stone I couldn’t shake off. My hands trembled as I reached for my phone, pretending to check something, anything, to distract myself. But it was no use.
I stopped mid-stride, staring blankly at the wall ahead. What was I doing? Walking away felt like the right thing to do—like the only thing to do. But if it was, why did it feel so wrong?
Before I could think twice, my feet were already moving, retracing my steps to the room I had just left. The door was slightly ajar, and through the gap, I saw Cross sitting ther
