DANIEL
I stood by the window of the apartment, staring out at the quiet London street below. My mind refused to settle. For weeks I had been trying to find the right moment, the right words. How do you tell the woman you’ve loved in silence for years that every breath you take is still tangled up in her?
That from the first day Julian brought her home — radiant, trusting, and far too good for him — I had felt something shift inside me that never shifted back?
I wasn’t like my brother. That much I knew. Years ago, Julian and I had done something together — something illegal, something that should have destroyed us both. We had covered it up perfectly. But when the dust settled, Julian had thrown me under the bus to save himself, twisting the narrative so cleanly that I was left carrying
