The room was dark except for the city lights bleeding through the glass wall. My back pressed to the cold window, my heartbeat louder than the rain sliding down outside. He stood across from me, jacket gone, tie hanging loose, eyes locked on mine like a storm that had finally reached land.

“You’re still lying to me,” he said, voice low.

I crossed my arms though my hands shook. “And you’re still pretending you don’t care.”

He moved closer. “Care is dangerous. We had ...