After Zoe Rhodes spoke, the air around them seemed to grow even quieter, as if it had frozen and ceased to flow.
Her fingers curled nervously, her nails digging into the uneven texture of the door.
Hiding by the door, she didn't dare look at the man across from her again.
Because no one had spoken for so long, the motion-activated light in the hallway had gone out.
The only light source was a warm sliver pouring out from the living room, cutting straight across the middle of the long corridor.
It was like a river of stars, carrying the weight of ten long years, separating two people who were once inseparable.
They stood on opposite banks, gazing at each other from a distance, neither daring to cross that vast river.
Zane Hawthorne remained silent, leaving Zoe Rhodes at a loss.
This wasn't the first time she had tried to coax Zane Hawthorne, but... it was certainly the first time she had done it like *this*.
This was completely different from how she had imagined it.
