Three days of silence.
Leighton perfected the art of avoidance. She learned Noah's schedule by heart. Morning gym at six. Office by seven. Lunch at one, usually takeout at his desk. Evenings varied, but he rarely left his office before eight.
She moved through the house like a ghost. Kitchen trips timed for when he was elsewhere. Meals eaten in her room with the door locked.
She applied to forty-two jobs. Marketing firms. Design studios. Advertising agencies. Some in the city. Some across the state. A few out of state entirely.
Anything to get out of this house. Away from him.
Her phone stayed silent except for automated rejection emails. *Thank you for your interest. We've decided to move forward with other candidates.*
Story of her life.
Chloe noticed something was wrong. Of cours
