JANICE'S POV
The question hangs between us long after the words leave Eden's mouth.
For a second I forget how to breathe. The parking lot disappears, the traffic disappears, and everything narrows down to the man standing in front of me waiting for an answer I have spent five years avoiding.
My pulse pounds so hard it hurts.
I should say something. I should tell him he's wrong, tell him he's imagining things, tell him anything that will make this moment disappear.
Instead, I just stare at him because I can't.
Eden's eyes never leave my face.
That makes everything worse. He isn't angry, he isn't shouting, and he isn't demanding anything.
He's waiting.
The silence stretches painfully between us.
"Janice."
My throat tightens immediately.
I shake my head once. Not an answer, not a
