Ruby shut the bedroom door behind her, pressing her back against it as she exhaled slowly. The tension in her shoulders refused to ease, no matter how much she tried to convince herself that she had handled the situation well.
Her mind replayed the conversation with Stefan over and over, searching for any cracks in her story. Had she said too much? Had she convinced him, or had she only fueled his suspicions further?
"Can someone really change that much?"
His words echoed in her head, sending a fresh wave of unease through her. Stefan wasn't the type to accept things at face value. Even without his sight, he noticed the smallest details, his intuition seemed to be razor-sharp. Perhaps that was why he had asked Ivy so they could postpone their wedding?
She had tried to justify her changed behavior by tying it to his blindness, and for now, it seemed like he was holding back. But for how long? How many more slip-ups before he stopped questioning and started digging?
