Albert
The door opened, and there he stood.
Emon. The man I dreaded to face but had to face.
His eyes met mine like he had been expecting me, like maybe he had felt it, somehow, even before I had knocked.
I swallowed hard, but my voice wouldn’t come. Guilt had lodged itself in my throat like a jagged stone. I felt like s**t for what I had done to the man who I knew adored me.
He didn’t speak.
He just stepped aside, silent and calm, and held the door open for me.
“Welcome back," he said with a smile that cut through me and I hung my head in shame.
My legs moved before my mind could catch up. I stepped inside, half-hoping he would slam the door shut behind me and scream, tell me to get out, call me every name I deserved. Because I did deserve his anger.
But instead…
He closed it ge
