Fiona:

The box slipped from my numb fingers, landing with a dull thud on the concrete. I couldn't look at him. Couldn't breathe. The sight of Rafael standing there, blocking my only escape, made my chest burn with a rage so pure it felt like acid in my veins.

"Move your car," I managed to say. The words came out steadier than I felt. I didn't look at him, couldn't risk seeing whatever expression he wore. Pity would destroy me. Desire would be worse.

"Fiona, please." His voice was softer than I'd ever heard it, almost hesitant. "Just... give me a chance to explain. I can help you with this....