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49

Ethan

I passed my Sunday alone. I was already used to Riley’s presence in my place, his quiet remarks, the way he always left his coffee cup in the same spot on the counter. But now… nothing.

Ava was working a late shift at the bar and wouldn’t be back until morning, leaving me completely on my own. At first, I told myself I didn’t mind. I played some music, watched some TV, even attempted to read a book—but the silence pressed in, making the walls feel too close.

Every now and then, my gaze drifted toward the door. Riley’s apartment was just next door. I hadn’t heard a single sound from there all night.

Something wasn’t right.

I hesitated, then shook my head. He probably just needed space. He had been acting strange earlier—distracted, tense. Maybe he was dealing with something, and I was just being paranoid.

But the thought nagged at me, refusing to go away.

By the time midnight rolled around, I’d lost the argument with myself. I got up, ran a hand through my hair, and walked out