The tension in the room was palpable, a heavy, suffocating silence that enveloped us both. I could see the internal struggle playing out on Adrian’s face, a battle between fear and the desperate need for honesty. My heart was racing, my mind a whirlwind of possibilities, each more dreadful than the last.
“Mia,” he repeated, his voice barely more than a whisper. “There’s something you need to know.”
I braced myself, every nerve in my body taut with anticipation. In that moment, I felt both terrified and relieved—I was finally going to get the truth, but I feared it might shatter the life we had built together.
