Henry pov...
I went straight to my room.
Have you ever been in a state where you feel like breaking everything, but you remember how expensive it all was? That was what was happening right now.
My fists clenched. My jaw tightened. I wanted to throw the lamp against the wall. I wanted to smash the mirror. I wanted to punch the glass until my knuckles bled. But I had paid for all of it. Every piece. Every frame. Every light.
So I just stood there. Breathing. Shaking. Trapped.
Thud. Thud.
"Can I come in?" Amelia's voice came from behind the door, soft but steady.
No, Amelia. Stay there. What am I even thinking? I kissed Camilla. Now Amelia. I'm a mess.
Think straight.
"I'm in," she whispered.
I hadn't asked her to come in. But she was already here.
"I just need a little space."
"I apologize if I said bad words." She stepped closer, her footsteps slow, careful. "I know what happened between you and your parents. And I was still persistent. Pushing."
"It's fine. I—"
