The silence in the room felt deafening after I shut the door, pressing my back against the cool wood. My heart pounded painfully in my chest, each beat a sharp, relentless reminder of the tangled mess of emotions clawing inside me.
Mark's expression lingered in my mind—those piercing green eyes widening in surprise, softening with something I couldn't quite place.
I kept asking myself: Why was he there still? Why hadn't he left?
I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the swirling chaos in my mind to settle. After everything he'd said... why did he even care? He didn't seem like the type to tolerate being shouted at the way I had. He was proud, stubborn—he should hate me by now.
A soft knock shattered the heavy silence.
I held my breath, my fingers tightening around the edge of the doorframe, though there was no reason to hold on. I felt that my brain was fighting to keep grounded.
"Abigail..."
