They did not plan the vow renewal.
It came to them the way truth often does—not loudly, not ceremoniously—but in the quiet aftermath of survival.
The night before, Lala woke with her heart racing.
Not from a nightmare, but from a memory that did not belong to sleep.
A sound.
A vibration.
Her phone.
She stared at the ceiling, breath shallow, body tense as though danger had learned her name.
Daniel stirred beside her. Instinctively, he reached for her wrist, grounding her before panic could bloom.
“You felt it too,” he murmured.
Lala nodded.
There had been no message when she checked. No missed call. Nothing tangible.
And yet the unease remained—lingering like a whisper just beyond language.
Psychological warfare does not always announce itself.
Sometimes it waits in the nervou
