He was so obsessed with tracking my every move, yet he hadn't even noticed he gave me the wrong ring.
"It's the wolf's ring. Doesn't fit. I put it away."
He paused, then smiled gently.
"We'll swap it back when we get home."
After that, he didn't mention Madeline again, acting like she was nothing to him.
But two nights later, his phone rang in the dead of night.
He was already halfway to the door when he glanced back at me, freezing. My eyes were calm—no questions, no clinginess. Like I didn't care at all.
Panic flickered across his face.
He opened his mouth, maybe to stay, but his phone buzzed again.
"pack stuff," he muttered, bolting out.
He didn't come back that night. Just a text: Sophie, working late. Sleep tight. Love you.
I stared at the screen, then shut it off.
That fa
