The night air felt heavier than usual when Adam stood by his apartment window, the city lights flickering like tiny confessions. His thoughts spun in circles, always landing on Emily. The memory of her touch, the way her voice trembled when she said his name. It should have been enough to satisfy him, a secret stolen from the world. But it wasn’t.
He picked up his phone and stared at her name. He had already texted twice that day. No reply. He typed again: Are you okay? Then deleted it before hitting send.
Across the city, Emily sat on the edge of her bed, her phone in hand, staring at his messages from before. Her chest felt tight. The thrill of what they had done had turned into something heavier. Every time she looked at her husband’s fac
