The house felt different the next morning.
Too quiet.
Too empty.
I stood in the kitchen, staring at a cup of coffee that had gone cold minutes ago.
Adrian was already gone.
No note.
No message.
Nothing.
I told myself it didn't matter.
This was what he said he wanted.
Distance.
Clarity.
Control.
So why did it feel like something was missing?
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By midday, the silence became unbearable.
I picked up my phone.
Put it down.
Picked it up again.
This was ridiculous.
We weren't a real couple.
I wasn't supposed to feel like this.
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The doorbell rang.
I frowned.
“I’m not expecting anyone,” I muttered.
A staff member answered.
Then walked in.
“Mrs. Wolfe. There’s someone here to see you.”
My chest tighten
