Let me tell you how it actually started.
Not with drama.
Not with some big confrontation.
Just one small thing that didn’t sit right.
Daniel didn’t call that morning.
Now normally, I wouldn’t even think twice. He has meetings. He lives in meetings. But since everything became public, he had this habit of checking in early. Even if it was just two minutes. So when ten o’clock passed and my phone was still quiet, I noticed.
I didn’t panic.
I just noticed.
By eleven, I’d checked my screen more times than I wanted to admit.
Maya was at the dining table pretending to work but really watching me.
“You’re waiting,” she said.
“I’m not.”
She just raised her eyebrow.
That girl knows me too well.
By the time he finally called, I answered too quickly. I knew I did.
“Hey,” I said, trying
