Chapter Twenty-Nine

Susana’s pov

I paused at the doorway, my fingers still brushing the cool, ornate frame. My back was to him, but I could feel his gaze, a phantom touch dragging across my spine.

It felt heavy, aching, thick with a thousand things left unspoken. Guilt, perhaps?

I closed my eyes, letting the silence expand, filling the room until it pressed against my eardrums.

It spoke louder than any accusation, any confession, either of us could have uttered.

He’d made a mistake. One that had sliced a jagged wound deep within me.

But then again, hadn’t we all, in our own twisted ways, bled each other dry?

The truth was, I was tired of bleeding. Tired of the constant ache, the phantom pains of betrayal.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, I turned. Just enough to glance over my shoulder. He hadn’t moved. Still slumped in that chair, the half empty glass glinting beside him, a silent testament to his solace.

His eyes, though, were fixed on me, a desperate plea swimming in their depths.

Yes, I was angry. Hu