Judy’s POV
The house was quiet that evening.
Too quiet.
I stood in the living room, holding a glass of water, my mind wandering without control. The soft lights made the whole place feel calm, almost warm.
David was standing near the window, talking on his phone. His voice was low and serious, the way it always sounded when he talked about work.
I watched him without meaning to.
The way he stood so straight.
The way his brows pulled together when he was thinking.
The way his voice softened just a little when the call ended.
He turned and saw me looking at him.
For a second, neither of us spoke.
The silence stretched.
“Did you eat?” he asked finally.
I nodded. “Yes… I did.”
“Good,” he said.
Another silence.
I felt my heart beating faster, and
