By the time we got back to the house, the quiet didn’t feel comforting anymore.
It felt… deceptive.
Like everything looked calm on the surface, but underneath, something was shifting.
I slipped my heels off the moment we stepped inside, letting out a breath as my feet hit the cool floor.
“I think I’ve officially lost all feeling in my toes,” I muttered.
Max loosened his tie slightly, glancing at me. “You didn’t complain once.”
“That doesn’t mean I wasn’t suffering.”
A faint smile touched his mouth. “Noted.”
I walked further into the house, rolling my shoulders slightly. “Is every day like that?”
“No.”
“That’s reassuring.”
“Some days are worse.”
I stopped mid-step. “You’re joking.”
“I’m not.”
I groaned softly. “I’ve made a terrible life choice.”
“You’ve made a strategic one.”
