The tension between Adonis and me hadn’t fully dissipated; it lingered like a shadow that neither of us could shake. Though he wore a mask of acceptance, one that suggested he had come to terms with the situation, I could feel the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily in the space between us. His silence spoke volumes, and even after all this time, a part of me still hadn’t forgiven him for what had happened in the past. I knew he sensed it. It was evident in the way he hesitated before speaking to me, in the brief pauses that punctuated his sentences, as if pride and guilt were wrestling...