Behind Closed Doors

It was eight o’clock in the evening, and the atmosphere in the pavilion grew increasingly quiet. Tessa kept pacing nervously, occasionally stealing glances at Leona, who sat silently on the sofa, staring blankly out the window.

Since returning from Declan’s office that afternoon, Leona hadn’t changed—silent, cold, and not a single word had escaped her lips.

Tessa finally couldn’t stand it anymore,