Nevara
Four days.
That’s how long I’ve gone without drinking the tea.
I poured it into plants. I dumped it in the toilet. I let it vanish into bathwater. And every hour since, more of me has clawed its way back to the surface. The fog hasn’t just lifted—it’s burned away under a sun that looks a hell of a lot like clarity.
And with clarity comes truth.
I remember everything now.
Not just pieces. Not just moments.
All of it.
I remember Tobias.
The man who called himself my husband for three years. The man who wore love like a mask and obligation like a wedding ring. The man who smiled in public and ignored me in private. Who told me I was beautiful while inching closer every day to the one woman he never should have wanted.
My brother’s wife.
His best friend’s mate.
I remember th
