The next morning came too quickly.
Like I was moving through someone else’s life.
I smiled when I needed to. Nodded at the right moments.
Flavian didn’t say anything.
Maybe he didn’t notice or maybe he noticed everything and chose not to push.
He kissed my forehead before leaving, his hand lingering at my cheek for a second longer than usual.
“Call me if you need anything,” he murmured.
My throat tightened.
“I will.”
I didn’t.
The house felt wrong after he left.
Too full of thoughts I couldn’t escape.
Two lines.
I pressed my palms into my eyes.
I can’t stay here.
The decision came suddenly. Instinctive. Like something deep inside me had already made it before my brain caught up.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I was moving.
A small bag.
Clothes for my son.
My char
