The apartment was quiet, save for the low hum of the refrigerator and the soft rustling of the curtains as the breeze danced through the open window. Camilla sat on the couch, her legs tucked underneath her, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on her chest. Ethan had been distant lately—physically present, but emotionally somewhere else. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she could feel the space between them, and it hurt.
She stood up, walking to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. As she sipped it slowly, she couldn’t help but notice the emptiness in her heart. She wanted to fix things, wanted to bridge that gap, but Ethan’s silence had become a barrier she wasn’t sure how to break.
The sound of the bathroom door creaking open made her freeze. Ethan stood
