Amelia stared down at her hands.
For a moment, the words refused to come.
Her chest rose and fell slowly, like she was trying to steady something fragile inside her before it shattered completely.
Then.
“He’s actually my ex.”
The words slipped out quietly.
Carefully.
Like they carried weight she didn’t trust herself to hold too tightly.
She didn’t look up.
Couldn’t.
Not yet.
“We… parted on bad terms.”
A pause followed.
Not long.
But long enough for the silence to press against her.
“Bad terms?” Daniel repeated gently.
No judgment.
Just a question.
Amelia nodded faintly, her fingers curling slightly against the table.
“Yes.”
And then.
She began.
At first, it came slowly.
Measured.
Like she was choosing which parts to reveal, how much to give, how far to go.
But that
