The morning light did nothing to soften the words that had carved themselves into my chest.
Tomorrow.
The note sat on the kitchen counter, exactly where I’d left it last night, its neat strokes looking almost too calm for what they promised.
I hadn’t slept. My body ached with the weight of too many thoughts, too much fear. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Daniel’s face, steady and sharp, as if he already knew more than he’d said.
Now it was tomorrow.
And I was running out of lies.
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Adrian was already in the kitchen when I entered, leaning against the counter like he belonged there. He sipped his coffee slowly, as though the world wasn’t threatening to collapse around us.
“He’s serious,” I whispered.
Adrian raised an eyebrow. “Daniel?”
“Yes.” My hands trembled as I reached fo
