Tell me you don't

"Jordan, what was the meaning of what you did?" Sydney confronted him, her voice cutting through the silence like a sharp blade.

She stepped toward him, her eyes narrowing as a frown slowly formed on Jordan's face.

He stared at her, struggling to grasp the weight of her words and what exactly she meant by them.

For a moment, he stood still, attempting to comprehend, but all he could focus on was the way Sydney's gaze bore into him—disappointed, questioning, as if his actions had betrayed her in a way words couldn't explain.

As if trying to compose himself, Jordan lowered his head, his eyes scanning the floor as though avoiding the confrontation.

He glanced up at her for a brief second, his gaze meeting hers, but what he saw was unmistakable—her disappointment was tangible, hanging heavy in the air.