Lily didn't stop walking until she reached her apartment.
The entire journey felt like a blur.
Ethan's face.
His confession.
The photographs.
Claire.
The engagement.
Everything replayed endlessly inside her mind.
She dropped her bag onto the couch and sat down heavily.
For the first time in weeks, she felt exhausted.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
She wanted answers.
But every answer seemed to create ten more questions.
Why had Ethan hidden Claire?
Why had Claire waited until now?
And why did it hurt so much?
Lily stared at her phone.
Half of her wanted Ethan to call.
The other half wanted to throw the phone across the room.
Neither happened.
The screen remained dark.
And somehow that hurt even more.
Meanwhile...
Across the city.
Ethan sat alone in his living room.
