NADIA’S POV
He’s gone, and even without the sound lingering, something heavy settles in the room, and I don’t move.
It lingers under my skin, everything he said and everything he didn’t, and I hate how easily it all came back.
Damn it. I force a slow breath in, steadying myself before I turn, because standing here like this won’t fix anything, and I don’t have the space to fall apart over something I already ended.
“Are you okay?”
Frank’s voice comes from behind me, calm as always, not pushing, just there.
I nod before I even think about it. “I’m fine,” I say, and it comes out steady enough to pass, but not enough to convince him.
He doesn’t call me out on it.
Frank never forces anything, he just watches, waits, lets you decide what you’re willing to give, and right now, I’m not gi
