Callahan felt like he was losing his mind. Ever since he walked through the door after work, Leilani had treated him like an enemy. She had claimed she was tired and going to bed, only to sneak out for a midnight joyride with some rugged stranger. He felt he was showing a monumental amount of restraint by simply asking for an explanation.
"An explanation?" Leilani let out a dry, incredulous laugh, as if he had just told the world's least funny joke. She yanked her arm, trying to break his grip. When he didn't let go, she stopped fighting and stared dead into his eyes, her gaze piercing. "Then let me ask you one more time. Callahan, where were you this afternoon?"
Callahan's brows pulled together in genuine confusion. Why was she fixated on this?
"I already told you. I was at the office all day."
"Is that right?" Leilani smiled, but the expression was entirely devoid of warmth.
Look at him. Even now, he was looking her right in the eye and lying to her face.
A cold gust of wind swept between them, carrying away the heavy silence. After a long moment, Leilani let out a defeated sigh and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Forget it. I don't have the energy to fight with you."
Mercifully, the elevator doors chimed and slid open. Leilani stepped inside, turning to look at him with eyes full of utter exhaustion. "Just go home. I'm completely drained. If you have anything else to say, it can wait for another day."
Callahan stood frozen in the lobby, watching the metal doors slide shut, swallowing her from view. He didn't say another word.
The night before, Leilani had brushed him off with the exact same excuse—that she was tired and they would talk later. But 'later' never came. Instead, an agonizing cold war had settled over them.
Despite the heavy emotional toll, Leilani refused to let Callahan's actions derail her life. She didn't lock herself away to cry; she maintained her routine, heading to the clinic, treating her patients, and researching her cases with her usual flawless precision.
But avoiding him entirely was a logistical nightmare. They lived in the exact same building, meaning their paths were bound to cross.
To prevent this, Leilani started leaving her apartment at the crack of dawn, intentionally altering her schedule just to ensure she wouldn't bump into him.
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