Maya

"Love, I can explain this to you," Nate began after a moment of tense silence that crackled between us, the air heavy with unspoken accusations and unanswered questions. "Just first give yourself a few minutes to calm down, please."

"No, I don't need your fucking explanation. Whatever shitty excuse you have, keep it to yourself—I don't fucking need that!" I spat, my voice laced with venom as I turned to leave, “God! I shouldn’t have come here.” But he seized my hand, ...