UNCHARTED PATH
“But it doesn’t mean I trust you again. And you didn’t just betray my trust—you shattered the picture I painted of you.”
Nathan’s face dropped. “Alex… I didn’t mean to…”
“I know,” Alex muttered, eyes sharp. “You never do. But words won’t clean this mess. Just go. I need space.”
The room turned cold with silence. Nathan lingered for a second, searching his face for any sign of softness, but it wasn't there anymore. Alex had shut down.
Sighing heavily, Nathan turned toward the door, his steps slow, almost reluctant. But just as he reached for the handle, he paused. Something in him refused to let go without clarity.