Rafael's POV
I did feel a little bitter that she hadn't trusted me from the beginning and had decided to carry something that was never supposed to be her burden alone.
But from the way she clenched her fists, like she was physically stopping herself from punching me, apparently, I was a terrible liar.
She stepped closer, her sharp gaze holding onto my well-being and the fragile thread between us when I wasn't even sure anymore whether any of this was real or just another delusion.
"So every time you feel disappointed, you just run away?" she asked, her voice thick with disappointment and bitter ridicule.
I lowered my gaze, unable to withstand the intensity in her eyes.
"This is work. The patient will not survive if we wait until they are evacuated here. We don't have any choi—"
"You chose it," she cut me off sharply. "Look me in the eye and tell me your decision was not influenced by the fact that you're trying to run from your pain."
