Chapter 53 Searching For Answers

• The silence in the house was suffocating. Celia had spent the past few days trying to make sense of everything that had happened, the crushing weight of Alexander’s disappointment hanging heavily over her. She couldn’t shake the image of him walking away from her, the space between them growing with each passing second. Every attempt to reach out felt like pushing against an invisible wall, and the more she tried, the more distant he seemed.
• She couldn’t help but think back to the kiss with Lucas. It had been a moment of weakness, a mistake, yes, but it was also a moment where she had felt wanted. Understood. She hadn’t had that with Alexander lately, not with all the tension, the unspoken words, the silence.
• She walked through the house, aimlessly, as if the walls might somehow offer her a sense of direction. But nothing could. Everything felt wrong. The house had once felt like a sanctuary, a place of warmth. Now, it felt cold, empty, and distant. The one person she had once trusted most—Alexander—was a stranger, and that hurt more than anything.