When I got home, I told Maximus I wanted to rest. My voice was flat, and I hated how it sounded, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want him to see my face. I didn’t want him to read anything in my eyes.
He followed me toward the bedroom. “Atasha, wait. That’s it? You left the office and gone home late? Where did you go?”
I froze for a second before turning the knob. “I’m sorry. I just… needed some air.”
“Air?” His tone was calm, but I could feel the weight of his eyes on me. “You didn’t answer your phone either.”
“I was busy.” I kept my back to him. “Sorry.”
There was a pause, then his voice softened. “Busy with what?”
My throat felt tight. “I just like to wander around. I felt suffocated being with the same routine.”
The silence stretched between us. I could almost hear the thoughts
