LOGINPriya opened the door before I even knocked, like she'd been standing there waiting since my call. She took one look at my face and didn't ask a single question, just pulled me inside and took the duffel bag off my shoulder, and steered me toward the kitchen table where two mugs of tea sat cooling, untouched."Sit," she said. "Tell me everything. Slow this time."I told her everything, starting from the folder, the matching report, Ivy's name, the ultrasound pinned above his desk. She listened without interrupting, her jaw tightening with every new detail, until I got to the conversation we had at the doorway, to Julian's voice, quiet and strange, saying this isn't the first time we've done this."He said what?""He wouldn't explain it. He just said—" I stopped, replaying it again, needing to get the words exactly right. "He said to ask his mother. If I really wanted to know."Something shifted in Priy
"What does that mean?"My voice came out steadier than I felt, still frozen halfway between the house and the driveway, one hand locked on the doorframe. Julian stood a few feet behind me in the hallway, and something had shifted in his face the moment the words left his mouth, like he'd handed me something he hadn't meant to let go of."Forget I said anything.""No." I turned to face him fully now,the duffel bag still slung over my shoulder, forgotten. "You don't get to say something like that and then just take it back. What did you mean, this isn't the first time?"Julian's jaw tightened. He looked past me, out toward the driveway, like he was calculating how long this conversation could last before it cost him something he wasn't ready to lose. "It's late, Nora. Go to Priya's. We'll talk when things have calmed down.""I am calm." I wasn't, not entirely, but my voice held. "Tell me what you meant.""It's not importa
The bedroom closet was still open from that morning, and Nora pulled a duffel bag off the top shelf without stopping to think about what she was doing. Her hands moved faster than her mind could keep up with, shirts, a pair of jeans, the phone charger tangled in the nightstand drawer, her passport from the small fireproof box Julian had bought her for their third anniversary, back when a fireproof box had seemed like a sweet, practical gift instead of something she'd one day need in a hurry.Julian appeared in the doorway a moment later, arms crossed, his voice pitched somewhere between wounded and incredulous. "You're actually doing this.""I'm actually doing this.""Tonight? You're leaving tonight?" He said it like the timeline was the unreasonable part, like five years of lying had a more appropriate exit window she was failing to respect. "Nora, can we at least talk about this like adults instead of you throwing clothes
Julian didn't answer.That was answer enough. Nora watched him stand there, mouth half-open around some sentence he couldn't quite commit to, and something in her chest went cold and clear at the same time, like ice water replacing whatever had been holding her together for the last hour.She pushed past him before he could recover."Nora—"She didn't stop. His office was down the hall, past the staircase, a room she'd walked by a thousand times without ever having a reason to go inside. It had always been his space, respected the way she respected all his boundaries, his laptop, his calls, his late nights at the office she'd never once questioned. She'd told herself that was trust. Standing in the doorway now, she understood it had just been a door she'd never thought to open.The room smelled like him, cedar and printer toner and the faint bitterness of cold coffee. His desk sat against the far wall, neat in the compuls
The phone kept glowing between them, the notification banner still visible, the little pink heart emoji almost obscene in how ordinary it looked against everything else sitting on that counter.Julian reached for it first, flipping it face-down with more force than the motion required, as if that could undo the fact that Nora had already read it. "It's not what you think.""You keep saying that." Nora's voice came out steadier than she felt. "Maybe try telling me what it actually is instead."He raked a hand through his hair, and for the first time since he'd walked through the door, she watched something in him give way, not confession exactly, but the exhaustion of a man who'd run out of angles to argue from. "Fine. You want the whole truth? I'll give you the whole truth.""That would be a first.""Ivy and I have been together for a while," he said. "Longer than I want to admit to you right now. It started small. It was
Julian rounded the corner into the kitchen with his tie already loosened, his jacket slung over one arm, the easy half-smile he wore on autopilot when he walked through the door. It lasted exactly as long as it took him to see her face."You're still up." He said it carefully, the smile fading into something more measured. "Everything okay?"Nora didn't close the laptop."Who's Ivy Bennett?"She watched it happen in real time, the flicker before he answered, so brief she might have imagined it if she hadn't spent five years learning every version of his face. His eyes went to the laptop, then back to her, then to the laptop again, calculating something she couldn't see the shape of yet."Where did you hear that name?""That's not an answer."Julian set his jacket down on the back of a chair, slow and deliberate, buying himself a few extra seconds he clearly needed. "She's a patient. Was a patient, actually, of the th







