Who is it?”
No response. Just silence.
I stood at the door for a heartbeat longer, then let out a sigh and turned away.
My mind was still tangled with the events from earlier, the awkwardness, the way Aiden had looked at me, the strange pull I couldn’t explain.
I tried to shake it off as I went back to my room, but the air felt thick, almost electric.
The entire house carried a charge, like it was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.
It wasn’t just me who noticed it. The walls seemed to buzz with quiet whispers, like they were tuned in to the unspoken tension between Aiden and me. Every step I took echoed like a question I couldn’t answer.
Later that evening, I slipped into a clean outfit, ran my fingers through my hair, and left the room. I didn’t have a destinati
