Kendra’s POV
The question sat with me, heavier than it should have been. I didn’t move for a long while. The room was quiet in a way that felt unnatural, like it had been emptied of breath. My fingers, still wrapped loosely around each other, remained tangled in my lap. I stared at the ring, twisting it gently, watching the light catch the edges of the diamond as if the gem itself was trying to offer answers I couldn’t reach.
Then, from beyond the door, something shifted.
A sound broke through the stillness; a dull, heavy thud followed by a low, strangled groan.
I turned toward the door slowly, expecting it to open the way it always did, with authority, with intention, with Scott stepping through like the room was his and I was something to be summoned.
But the handle didn’t move.
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