Anonymous POV
As March faded into April, the affair between Marco and Isla deepened, their stolen moments growing more frequent and reckless. Their designated meeting place—the basement apartment Marco was renovating—had transformed from a project into a secret haven. A place where guilt was momentarily forgotten, and reality was left at the door.
At first, it was just an occasional visit, a quick excuse, a whispered text. But now, Marco spent more time there than he did at home. He had stopped cooking as often, something that once brought him pride. His phone never left his side, his showers became longer, and his excuses for being out late piled up. The pandemic had slowed sales at Harley-Davidson, shifting more business online, yet Marco still insisted he needed to visit stores in pe
