Ethan didn't stop.
He kept sending messages every day from different numbers.
Sometimes they came late at night, sometimes after midnight.
The messages went from apologies to reminders of our time together, then turned into accusations.
I never replied to a single one, and I didn't tell Nathan because I didn't want him to worry.
Then one day, Nathan saw the messages on my phone.
I was in the shower. My phone was on the coffee table when the screen lit up.
Nathan hadn't meant to look, but several messages appeared one after another. He glanced over and froze.
Unknown Number: Claire, I know you still love me.
Unknown Number: Claire, I've changed. Will you come back?
Unknown Number: Claire, how long have you even known him? Do you really know him?
When I came out of the shower, Nat
