Holly stood frozen in her room after Lucas left, her hand still gripping the edge of the door as if she needed it to steady herself. The conversation had left her emotionally wrung out, her chest tight with a swirling mix of anger, hurt, and a strange, hollow sadness.
She had dreamed of this moment once, hadn’t she? Months ago, when her heart had still been shattered and her nights were spent replaying every detail of their relationship, she had wished for Lucas to come back. She’d imagined him apologizing, begging her forgiveness, telling her he’d made the worst mistake of his life.
But now, the reality of his words felt different—emptier. She didn’t want him back. She didn’t even feel anger in the way she’d once imagined. What she felt was... nothing. And yet, somehow, that nothing
