Nathan's POV
The morning was quiet, too quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you uneasy even when there's no reason to be.
I sat by the window in my office, a cup of coffee in hand, watching the sunlight crawl across the floor. The clock on the wall ticked softly. 10:03 a.m.
Despite how angry I'd been at Hailee, I was awake before dawn. I told myself it was because I had work to do, but that was a lie. The truth was, I was waiting. Waiting to see her again.
I didn't even know how I'd react when she walked through that door. Would I yell? Would I just stare at her in silence? Or worse, would I forgive her the moment I saw her face?
I sighed and took another sip of my coffee, trying to ignore the storm building in my chest. "You're a fool, Nathan," I muttered to myself. "She made her choice."
But still, my heart wouldn't listen.
