Jerica froze, her heart sinking like a stone in her chest. His voice was calm, his expression neutral, as if they were talking about the weather. As if her words hadn't reached him at all.
"No," she said, sharper than she intended, before quickly heading into the bathroom. The moment she closed the door, she leaned against it, her breathing growing shallow as the weight of everything settled over her.
He didn't care.
It was becoming clearer by the minute. Whatever they had left, was fading fast, slipping through her fingers like sand. And yet, the thought of walking away, of letting him go entirely, sent a pang of loss through her that she couldn't shake.
Maybe it was better if she left him. Maybe Jared could be with the woman who impressed him, who lit up the parts of him that Jerica hadn't touched in years. And maybe she had become unimpressive. Bland. She could feel herself disappearing into the shadows of his life, and it terrified her.
