HARPER
I paced the floor restlessly, back and forth from the window to the bed, my thoughts circling around what I'd said to Dominic. I knew I was right, but I hated how harsh and desperate I had sounded.
The door opened behind me.
I stiffened but didn't turn around. The silence that followed was long, heavy, and loud in all the ways words weren't.
I couldn't take it.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice tight. "I shouldn't have said it like that. Most of it was true, yeah, and I'm allowed to feel what I feel… but taking it out on you, especially when you were hurt? That was wrong."
No response.
I tried again. "You were bleeding, and I made it about me. I just…" I hesitated. The words tasted bitter on my tongue. Jealous. That was the truth I didn't want to say out loud. Not fully.
I finally turned to face him, needing to know if he was even still standing there.
He was. Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
