Alexander released her with a frustrated sigh, straightening up. His expression was blank, but there was an unmistakable finality in his stance.
He turned toward the door.
Panic surged through Riley's veins. She couldn't let him go like this. Not when she had finally found the courage to say what had been weighing on her heart.
"Wait!" she blurted out, her voice cracking.
Alexander paused, his shoulders tensing. Slowly, he turned back, raising an eyebrow. "What is it?"
Riley gripped the bedsheet tightly. "I—I know I've been acting selfish. And maybe I have been jealous of Celeste," she admitted, her voice quivering. "But I swear, I never wanted to hurt her. You know me better than that, Alexander."
His gaze flickered with something unreadable. "Sometimes, I wonder if I still do."