Three weeks later, some cracks start to show…
It's not dramatic at first. Just little things. Zeke staying late at the library more often. Me coming home to an empty apartment when I thought we had plans. Text messages that say "sorry, can't make it" without much explanation.
I tell myself it's just stress. Finals are coming up, we're both busy, it's normal for couples to have less time together during crunch periods. But there's something else underneath it, something I can't quite name.
It comes to a head on a Thursday night. I've made dinner, his favorite, lasagna from scratch and I'm waiting for him to come home. He'd said he'd be back by seven. It's now eight-thirty.
When he finally walks through the door, he looks exhausted. Dark circles under his eyes, shoulders slumped, that te
