ELORA

The door slammed shut behind Ethan, the sound exploding through my apartment like a gunshot. The walls felt like they vibrated from the impact, and I stood frozen, back pressed against the door, fists clenched so tightly my nails bit into my palms.

Then it all unraveled.

The food pack slipped from my grip and thudded on the floor, rolling to the side like the pathetic remnants of a morning I no longer wanted to remember. I dropped to the ground, my knees crashing against the tiles, and before I could even register the pain, the tears came.

Not soft tears. Not the kind that trickled down and ended...