NADIA
The night is too quiet. The kind that amplifies every thought I’m trying to drown out.
I stand by the window, fingers curled around the curtain, staring at the car parked across the street.
My chest tightens. I don’t need to see his face to know it’s him. I just… know.
The air shifts — the same way it always does when he’s close.
My phone starts to ring, pulling me out of whatever spell I’ve slipped into.
For a second, I freeze — part of me hoping it’s him, the other terrified it might be.
When I see Laura’s name, relief and disappointment hit at the same time.
“Hey, sis. How are you?” she says, her voice light, teasing.
“Your timing is so off,” I murmur, dragging myself away from the window.
“What’s wrong?”
“Him.”
“No shit.”
“Laura…”
“It’s high time you stopped this c
