KNOX'S POV
Nothing.
"I know you're in there. I can hear you breathing."
I press my palm flat against the wood. The surface is freezing cold and rough against my torn skin.
"I f****d up." The words come out unsteady. Raw in a way that would humiliate me if I had any dignity left. "At the clinic. I know I f****d up. You asked me something simple — something you had every right to ask — and I threw a f*****g tantrum and slammed a wall and I saw your face when I did it and I know what you were thinking. I know the look. I've seen it before, on you, directed at another man, and the fact that I put it there is — f**k, Ember, the fact that I made you look at me like that—"
My voice breaks. I press my forehead against the door, right next to my bloody handprint, and close my eyes.
"And I did
