I raised my head this time.
Christian was watching me carefully, like he didn't know whether to step closer or back away. Like I was a wild animal that might bolt or bite.
"I would've taken your call," I said softly, but not kindly. The words sat somewhere between truth and accusation.
He nodded, jaw tight. "Noted."
Silence stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable.
I turned back to my bread and spread the jam a little too harshly. My hands were trembling. I hated that he saw it.
"Alora…" His voice was hesitant, like he was afraid of breaking something that was already cracked.
I didn't answer.
"About Kira—"
"Don't," I cut in, voice sharp.
He exhaled slowly. "You said I didn't owe you an explanation. But I want to give you one."
I didn't respond. I couldn't. I knew if I opened my mouth, something humiliating might come out, something like I thought we were finally okay.
