I press my hand against my chest.
My heart is still racing.
But underneath the fear, there's something else. Something that feels almost like determination.
"You're right," I say.
"I usually am."
"Don't push it."
She laughs again.
"Go talk to him, Marina. Ask him the questions you've been avoiding for these past days. And if he gives you answers you don't like, you can always kick him out."
"He's injured."
"So kick him out gently."
I snort.
"I love you, Soph."
"I love you too." Her voice softens. "Call me later. Let me know how it goes."
"I will."
I hang up.
For a long moment, I just sit there. Staring at my phone. Staring at the bathroom door.
I push myself up from the floor.
My legs are shaky. My hands are still trembling.
But Sophia is right.
I need answers.
I need to know why he tracked me. Why he showed up at my door instead of going to a hospital. Why he looked at me like that when he thought another man had been in my apartment.
I need to know what I am to him.
And I need to know now.
Because if I wait any longer, I'll lose my nerve. I'll convince myself it doesn't matter. I'll go back to pretending everything is fine.
I can't do that anymore.
I unlock the bathroom door.
My hand pauses on the handle.
Is now or never.
I pull the door open.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
