Mason didn't utter a word.
He stood still for a second after Anastasia's outburst.
Then, without saying anything, he turned and calmly walked out of the living room. No storm, no shouting. Just silence. That made it worse.
Anastasia stood there, frozen in the thick tension that still hung in the air like smoke. Her breathing was uneven. Her hands trembled.
The silence felt louder than anything Mason could've said.
She swallowed hard and quickly made her way to her own room, shutting the door behind her with shaky fingers.
"Did I say too much?" she whispered, almost too scared to hear her own voice. "I guess I'm now in a bigger trouble…"
She sat on the edge of the bed, her palms pressed against her thighs, trying to stop the shaking. Her heart felt too loud in her chest.
'What if he tells my parents? What if he says everything I said to him tonight? What if they call and start guilt-tripping me again?'
She rubbed her face with both hands and let out a long sigh.
