MasukChapter 52
Derek’s POV
The photo sat between us like something that couldn’t be taken back.
Mom’s hand trembled just enough that the screen of her phone shook in the low living-room light. Behind me I could feel Lena and Marcus frozen in place.
The ordinary details of the room, the couch cushions, the lamp, the faint leftover smell of dinner, suddenly felt sharp and unreal, like the edge of a place I hadn’t known we were standing
Chapter 56Derek’s POVMarcus was waiting outside the apartment building when I got home from campus two days later.He was leaning against his car with his hands in his pockets, shoulders slightly hunched against the cooling air, looking like he hadn’t slept properly in a week.The late afternoon light caught the silver at his temples and the last faint shadow of the bruise along his jaw from the night he had dealt with the blackmailer.The sight of him hit me hard enough that I stopped walking for a full second on the sidewalk.My bag strap dug into my shoulder. For a moment I just stood there and let the fact of him being in front of me settle, solid and real after days of only texts and short calls.“I needed to see you,” he said when I finally reached him. His voice was rough, lower than usual. “Even if it’s just for a few minutes. Even if we can’t go inside.&rdquo
Chapter 55Derek’s POVA week after Marcus left, the apartment felt permanently altered.His absence showed up in small, ordinary places, the missing coffee mug on the second hook, the empty half of the closet shelf, the way Mom still reached for a third plate at dinner before catching herself and putting it back.I moved through the days like someone performing a version of my own life that no longer fit correctly in the frame.Campus became the only place that still felt somewhat normal, and even that was thin.I went to lectures, sat in the same seats, and took notes that made no sense when I read them later.The research project sat in my laptop like work that belonged to a different person, someone whose biggest problem had been a deadline instead of the wreckage currently living in my mother’s eyes every time she looked at me across the kitchen.Alex found me outside the library on the
Chapter 54Derek’s POVThe days after Marcus left blurred together in a way that made time feel unreliable.Mom moved through the apartment like someone walking through a house that had been rearranged while she was gone. She was polite.She was distant. She asked if I had eaten.She asked if I needed anything from the store.She did not ask about Marcus. She did not look at the closed door of the room that still held some of his clothes. The careful ordinary script of our mornings and evenings continued, but every line of it felt thinner than before.I went to campus because staying home felt worse.The lectures washed over me without landing.I sat in the same seats, opened the same notebooks, and wrote down fragments of sentences that meant nothing when I looked at them later.The research project sat in my laptop like something that belonged to a different version of m
Chapter 53Derek’s POVMom was sitting on the edge of the couch when I came back into the living room, elbows on her knees, staring at the dark television screen like it might eventually offer an explanation the photo hadn’t. The phone remained face-down on the side table. She didn’t look at me right away when I sat down in the chair across from her. The distance between the chair and the couch felt larger than the physical size of the room.“Start from the beginning,” she said. Her voice was quiet and exhausted and edged with something that hadn’t finished forming yet. “And don’t lie to me. Not about this. Not tonight.”I sat with my hands open on my knees and tried to find a place to begin that wouldn’t make everything worse the second the words left my mouth. There wasn’t one.“It started before the wedding,” I said. “Before he moved in. There was a night when you stepped out and we were alone. Something happened. I didn’t plan it. Neither did he. But it happened. And then it k
Chapter 52Derek’s POVThe photo sat between us like something that couldn’t be taken back.Mom’s hand trembled just enough that the screen of her phone shook in the low living-room light. Behind me I could feel Lena and Marcus frozen in place.The ordinary details of the room, the couch cushions, the lamp, the faint leftover smell of dinner, suddenly felt sharp and unreal, like the edge of a place I hadn’t known we were standing on.“Derek,” Mom said again. Her voice was quiet and carefully controlled, the way people speak when they are trying not to let something shatter. “Tell me this isn’t what it looks like.”I opened my mouth. Nothing useful came out. The truth was too large and too ugly to fit into the space between us.The lie had already died on the floor the moment she turned the phone around.Marcus moved first. He stepped forward slowly, hands o
Chapter 51Derek’s POVMom’s voice came down the hallway again, clearer this time, still rough with sleep.“Derek? Is someone here?”Lena froze with her hand still on the strap of her bag. Marcus went completely still behind me. The three of us stood in the living room like the air itself had locked in place.The soft sound of Mom’s bare feet on the hallway floor reached us a second later.I turned toward the sound. “Yeah. It’s just Lena. She stopped by.”Mom appeared at the end of the hall in her robe, hair messy from the pillow, blinking against the living room light.She took in the scene in one slow look, Lena standing near the door, Marcus near the counter, me caught between them and the sleep cleared from her face.“Lena,” she said. “It’s late. Is everything okay?”Lena’s expression shifted fast. The determination







