Celina nodded slowly, discreetly wiping away a stubborn tear.

“Of course you can.”

He leaned in a little closer, resting his forearms on the table.

“You need to talk to him, Celina. To clear the air. In any relationship—no matter how complicated—there has to be dialogue. You can’t run from that.”

She averted her gaze, but kept listening.

“He was wrong to claim you before ending things with his fiancée. Wrong to bring you to his apartment when his life was still a mess… But from what you told me