Amy’s POV
The air between Kael and me felt colder than ever. I couldn’t look at him without feeling the sting of anger rise in my chest. He had been distant for days, and though I’d tried to speak to him, every word felt like a wall between us. Now, I was done trying. If he wanted silence, I would give it to him.
At breakfast, he spoke, but I didn’t answer. At lunch, he tried to start a conversation, but I kept my eyes fixed on my plate. Even in the gym, when he passed by me with that hard, unbothered look, I didn’t flinch. The silence was louder than any argument we’d ever had.
By the time I was done with my workout, sweat clinging to my skin, I needed a shower more than I needed to breathe. Kael was nowhere in sight, but his phone sat on the counter, face down. I had never once though
