FIA
I stared at Cian's face as the color drained from it completely. His expression looked like someone had punched all the air from his lungs and left him gasping.
"What is she doing here?" The words came out strangled. Rough.
I forced myself to look at the blonde woman again. Our eyes met this time. Cornflower blue locked onto mine for a heartbeat. Two heartbeats. Then she looked away and started walking, her white dress catching the light as she moved toward the hallway.
"Cian... I..." My throat felt tight.
"Fia." He turned back to me. His eyes were wide. Apologetic. Torn. "I..."
"I understand." The words came out easier than I expected. Maybe because some part of me did understand. Maybe because I could see the way his entire body was pulled toward that hallway like an invisible string was wrapped around his chest.
He swallowed hard. "No. I shouldn't."
"You should." I kept my voice steady even though my hands wanted to shake. "You clearly haven't gotten closure. Go."
