NADIA’S POV
The moment the door closes behind him, everything unravels.
My chest tightens so hard it almost hurts, like all the control I was holding in front of him just snapped the second he walked out, and I suck in a breath that doesn’t go deep enough.
No, No, no, no—
I press my hand against my chest, trying to steady it, trying to slow the way my heart is racing, but it’s not working, it just keeps climbing, faster, louder, harder to ignore.
He didn’t believe me.
Why would he?
A shaky breath leaves me, and I drag a hand through my hair, pacing without realizing it, my thoughts moving too fast, crashing into each other.
“He knows something,” I whisper to myself, my voice low, strained, like saying it out loud might make it less real.
But it doesn’t, it makes it worse because n
