Chapter One Hundred And Eleven
The heavy silence inside the old, familiar living room after Lucas finally walked out the front door felt thick and suffocating.
My sweet grandmother had gone upstairs to her bedroom to take her usual afternoon nap, leaving Khalid and me completely alone together in the quiet space. He walked over to the large glass window and stood there like a stone statue, staring blankly out at the quiet, empty street outside. His broad, massive hockey shoulders were completely tense, drawn tight with a hard strain, and his sharp jawline was locked so tight that I could see a small muscle jumping in his cheek. He didn’t say a single word, but he didn’t have to. I could literally feel the thick wave of jealousy radiating off his large body like waves of intense heat com
