"You knew."
His face remained expressionless.
"You knew."
"Lana—"
"You knew."
Her voice cracked.
"How long?"
Martin remained silent.
That was answer enough.
Her eyes widened.
"How long?"
"A few months."
The room spun.
"A few months?"
His silence felt like a confession.
A condemnation.
--
"You watched."
Her voice became a whisper.
Painful.
Devastated.
"You watched me date him."
"Lana."
"You watched me fall for someone I thought cared about me."
His face looked tortured now.
But she wasn't finished.
"You watched me try to move on."
Each word struck like a hammer.
"And you said nothing."
Martin closed his eyes briefly.
As if physically wounded.
When he opened them again, she saw something she had never seen before.
Regret.
Raw.
Unfiltered.
"I couldn't. In th
