Damian was silent as he stared at his wife.
The greenhouse, once calm and filled with the scent of flowers and damp earth, now felt suffocating. Ava stood in front of him, waiting. no, bracing herself for his answer. She didn't realize she had been holding her breath until her chest began to ache, until the air in her lungs felt too tight, too thin.
Seconds passed, but he still said nothing. why didn't he say a thing.
Her fingers curled slowly at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. She refused to fidget, refused to look away. If she blinked now, if she moved, she feared she might lose the courage she had somehow gathered.
Damian shifted a bit and the movement alone made her tense. Was he going to leave and continue to ignore all her questions like he always did. not today, she wasn't going to let him to that to her. She wanted, no she needed answers.
