Lisa’s POV

Somewhere between my door clicking shut and my fingers loosening around the doorknob, the silence hit.

The kind that made you sit with your own thoughts. The kind that pressed up behind your ears and filled your chest with everything you didn’t say aloud.

I leaned against the door for a few seconds, taking it all in. The quiet. The stillness. The slow, ridiculous curl of a smile I couldn't fight off, despite the unease.

Ronan had that effect. It was infuriating. It was comforting. It was both.

Still, despite the warm fuzziness humming through my veins, I felt something heavier lingering beneath it. Not dread. Not exactly....