Thor climbed the stairs slowly, each step echoing through the quiet house. When he reached the bedroom door, he paused for a moment. Drawing a deep breath, he pushed it open gently and stepped inside.

Celina stood by the window, gazing outside. The soft click of the door closing made her turn toward him.

Their eyes met.

Thor remained near the doorway. Celina stayed by the window. No words were spoken—not yet. But in that silence, a storm of emotions swirled between them.

Thor’s gaze was sad, weary, fractured. Celina’s was deeply wounded, but still heavy with unspoken love.

Tears began slipping down her cheeks before she could stop them. A muffled sob escaped her throat as she kept her eyes on him.

For two long minutes, they stayed that way.

Facing each other.

Silent.

Broken.

Yet bound by something even pain couldn’t erase.

Thor finally broke the silence, his voice steady but free of aggression.

“We need to talk… but not here.” He glanced around, then back at her. “Tatiana and Roberto