Iris’s POV
The apartment felt too quiet without Marcus.
He had left for his business trip that morning, kissing my forehead and promising to call every night. The door had clicked shut behind him, and the silence that followed had been so heavy I could barely breathe.
Three days. Seventy two hours. Just me and my thoughts and the wedding dress hanging in the wardrobe like a promise I was not sure I could keep.
I spent the first day writing. I spent the second day staring at the ceiling. I spent the third day jumping at every notification on my phone, terrified it would be his name and terrified it would not be.
By the time Maya called, I was a raw nerve, stripped down and waiting to snap.
"I am coming over," she said with no small talk. Just that voice she used when she had made up
