Rebecca followed, tight-lipped, already rewriting the story in her head into something that made me the problem.
Daniel paused by the door, as if he wanted to say something. He didn’t either.
And just like that—
they left.
The house didn’t feel empty right away.
It felt stunned.
Like the walls themselves were trying to process what had just happened.
I stood there for a long time, staring at the torn pieces of paper on the table, the untouched cake, the tulips still bright and upright in their vase as if nothing had changed.
But everything had.
I walked to the sink, turned on the water, and let it run longer than necessary.
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