I didn't move.
My fingers curled tighter around the edge of my pillow as I stared into the dimness of my room. I wasn't ready. I didn't know if I'd ever be. But something about the way he said it—so gently, so unlike the anger from earlier—made me sit up.
Still, I didn't go to the door.
"I know you're awake," he added quietly. "Please, just five minutes."
A beat passed. Then another. Then, slowly, I stood and walked to the door.
My hand hovered above the handle, shaking slightly. I twisted it open.
He stood there, not angry this time. Just… there. Eyes tired. Shoulders heavy. He didn't speak right away.
I stepped aside. "Come in."
He walked past me into the room but didn't go far—just stood near the window, staring out at the dark sky like he was gathering his thoughts.
I closed the door behind us.
Silence stretched between us until I finally broke it.
"What do you want to talk about?"
He turned to me. "You looked happy today."
That caught me off guard. "What?"
