Cruel Whispers

Stella

The knock on the door interrupts my pity party, and for a split second, I debate whether or not to even answer it.

But before I can make up my mind, the door creaks open and I catch the sight in the vanity mirror—Vance, his blue surgical mask lowered, his brown eyes shining and a bouquet of flowers in hand.

“Vance?” My voice trembles. Seeing him makes my guard lower, and I can feel my shou