The next morning, she woke with a heavy heart and a quiet ache in her chest. Her hand reached out instinctively, searching the space beside her, but it was empty. Mike was gone.
A small sigh escaped her lips as she sat up, the morning light spilling gently into the luxurious room. Her heart twisted— not because he left— but because she still couldn’t bring herself to tell him anything.
Not her truth.
Not her pain.
Not her past.
Not her plans.
Definitely not the rash decision she made.
He didn’t know the weight she carried, and it wasn’t fair to expect him to understand what he hadn’t lived.
She entered the bathroom, the cold marble beneath her bare feet grounding her just a little. Without thinking, she filled the tub, added rose gel and her favourite scent, and slowly sank in. The
