Chapter Thirty-One – The Uncertainty
The sharpest t*****e isn’t pain—it’s doubt.
All night, Julia turned in bed, unable to settle.
The photo. The bag. The curb.
She pictured the trash truck arriving, crushing it beneath tons of waste, carrying it away to somewhere Daniel could never reach.
That image kept her sane.
That image kept her breathing.
But then Daniel shifted beside her, his arm tightening around her waist.
“You’ve been restless lately,” he murmured into her hair.
Julia forced a soft laugh. “Just… hard to sleep sometimes.”
Daniel kissed her temple. “I understand. But you know…” His voice dipped lower. “…when something’s troubling you, I always find out eventually.”
Her body stiffened.
Was it a warning? Or just his usual game?
The next morning, Julia watched from the
