“Roman! Roman!” Serena ran after him, her voice shaky and desperate, each step fueled by panic. He finally stopped beside his car, one hand buried in his pocket as if he needed something to hold onto. When he turned around, his expression was cold, so cold it made her heart drop.

“Let me explain,” she said breathlessly, trying to steady her voice.

Roman let out a small, bitter smile, the kind that hurt more than yelling. “There’s nothing to explain, Serena.”

He reached for his car door, but she quickly grabbed his hand, her fingers trembling.

He pulled away instantly, like her touch burned him. “We shouldn’t be doing this....