The photograph didn’t leave my mind. Even after Adrian shoved it back into the envelope and tucked it into the drawer by the sink, its edges cut into me like glass.
No More.
The words glared from the shadows of every room I walked into, louder than any argument, sharper than any slap. I felt them in the silence Daniel left behind. I felt them in the space between Adrian and me, a silence that wasn’t empty at all but crowded with unsaid things.
Daniel came home late that night. Later than usual. By then, I’d convinced myself maybe the envelope hadn’t come from him. Maybe it was someone else, some stranger. But the moment I heard the lock click and saw him step through the door, I knew.
He didn’t look at me right away. He didn’t even acknowledge Adrian lounging on the sofa. Daniel remove
