Martin paced the length of the hallway, phone pressed tight to his ear, one hand gripping the back of his neck like he could physically squeeze the tension out.
“I don’t know what to do anymore,” he muttered, voice raw. “It’s like I’m living with a stranger. She won’t talk to me, she barely eats, and when I ask if she’s okay, she just shuts down.”
Becky’s voice came through calm, familiar. “Martin. Breathe.”
He exhaled, shaky. “I can’t. I can’t breathe around her. Every time I walk into a room, she leaves. Every time I try to reach out, she just… freezes.”
“Is she mad at you?”
“I don’t think so. Or maybe she is. I don’t know. She won’t say. And I swear to God, it’s driving me insane. It’s like something happened between us and I wasn’t even there when it happened.”
Becky was quiet o
