Two days passed after the photo incident. Amara and Daniel were still talking, but something between them felt different. Their conversations were shorter, and the warmth that used to fill their calls had slowly faded. That evening, Daniel called her again. Amara answered after a few rings. “Hi,” she said quietly. “Hey,” Daniel replied. “How was your day?” “It was fine.” The conversation felt forced. Daniel sighed. “Amara… we can’t keep pretending everything is okay.” Amara stayed silent for a moment. Then she said softly, “I’m not pretending.” “Then talk to me,” Daniel said. Amara took a deep breath. “I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me you went out with Emily.” Daniel rubbed his forehead. “Because it was nothing important.” “But it is important to me!” Amara s

