The car ride home was heavy. Neither of us spoke after that last sting of words, but the silence felt louder than any argument. I kept my eyes on the window, though nothing outside made sense to me. My chest was tight with every breath.
Maximus’s grip stayed firm on the wheel like he was forcing himself to hold it together.
When we reached the house, I almost rushed to get out. My steps were quick, carrying me upstairs, but I could still hear him following.
In his room, I moved straight to the pillows. I fixed them twice more. My hands kept moving just so I wouldn’t have to look at him.
From the corner of my eye, I saw him leaning against the doorframe. He didn’t speak at once. Damn him. Damn myself too because it hurts so much.
“Atasha.” He paused, like the word was heavy. “I… should
