Ronan had been standing in front of the door for almost half an hour. He could hear Shael's footsteps as he walked back and forth inside. Ronan couldn't come up with the courage to open the door as he never knew what Shael's reaction would be.
Is he worried about my arrival? Is he scared that I would put him through torture again? The more his head filled with such thoughts, the more his feet froze in place.
Shael actually missed his arrival as he was in the washroom. He was glancing at the door again and again, waiting for the vehicle sound to enter his ears so that he could run out to finally see Ronan.
