PART 2
My hands were shaking so hard I could barely move the mouse.
The room suddenly felt too quiet. The sunlight coming through the window, the anniversary decorations I had already started planning in my head, the framed photo of Sean and me on the desk—everything felt unreal. OfficeFurniture
I kept staring at the screen, trying to convince myself I had misunderstood.
Maybe it was a joke.
Maybe there was context.
Maybe the next video would explain everything.
But deep down, I already knew that whatever was on that USB drive had changed something between us.
I moved the cursor toward VIDEO 2.
Then I stopped.