Chapter 93 The Edge Of Us

• The argument downstairs had been brief — clipped words, angry breaths, silences that spoke louder than the shouting ever could.
• Zara didn’t wait for him to follow. She climbed the stairs two at a time, fists clenched at her sides, the sting behind her eyes growing sharper with every step. The moment she entered the bedroom, she locked the door behind her with trembling fingers.
• The quiet inside was suffocating.