Her eyes met his, and she saw it. Guilt.
Damien's face, which had lit up the moment he saw her, now faltered. His smile flickered, and the confidence he usually exuded cracked. He tried to hold her gaze, but Anne could see the storm of emotions brewing behind his eyes—the tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders stiffened as if bracing for a blow.
"Damien," she whispered, her voice trembling with the mix of emotions coursing through her. Her fingers, which had been inches away from touching him, now hovered in the air, unsure.
"What... what is this?"