Standing.
Her back was straight. Her legs steady. Her body… whole.
And she wasn’t alone.
A man stood close to her—too close. His hands were on her waist. Their faces inches apart. Familiar. Comfortable. Intimate.
Like this wasn’t new.
Like this had been happening for a long time.
My fingers slipped from the doorframe.
The small noise made them both turn.
Her eyes met mine.
And in that single moment… five years of my life collapsed.