NADIAI don’t go home to Felix.I know I should. I know it would be easier to walk into whatever is waiting for me and get it over with, but I can’t bring myself to do it, not tonight. I refuse to let the sharpness of that world touch something that felt soft. Honest.Jo.I whisper the name under my breath, letting it settle there, private and fragile. My fingers drum lightly against the steering wheel as I navigate the late-evening traffic, streetlights blinking past in a steady rhythm. The day still clings to me—the laughter, the warmth, the way he looked at me like I wasn’t something broken that needed fixing.I turn toward Laura’s place instead.My phone vibrates. I ignore it until I’m stopped at a red light, then glance down.It’s Asher.Thinking of getting Laura a condo as a wedding gift. Need your thoughts.A smile tugs at my mouth, unexpected but real. I call him immediately.“Hey.”“Nadia,” he says, his voice brightening. “How are you?”“I’m good,” I reply. “How are you holdi

JordanI drive with the windows down, letting the night air slap some sense into me.Felix’s house sits across town, tucked into one of those quiet streets that pretend they don’t know what trouble looks like. I’ve been here enough times to memorize every turn, every speed bump, every place a neighbor might be watching from behind half-drawn curtains.I don’t rush. Rushing makes mistakes.When I pull up, the house is dark except for the porch light. Felix is already outside, leaning against the railing like he’s been waiting longer than he claims. His arms are crossed, jaw tight. That familiar mix of control and hurt sits heavy on him.I kill the engine and step out, keeping my expression neutral.“Hey,” I say as I climb the steps and stop beside him.He exhales, long and tired, dragging a hand over his face before nodding toward the door.“Let’s talk inside.”The house smells like coffee and something burned earlier. The living room is neat in that careful, brittle way people get whe

NadiaMy phone lights up on the nightstand. I don’t reach for it. I already have a good idea who it might be, and the thought of dealing with him makes something tight and sour coil in my chest. Not now.I changed into a shirt and shorts from the clothes I left in Laura’s guest bedroom, moving a little too roughly, like the fabric has personally offended me. When I finally pick up the phone, I do it with a long, frustrated sigh, thumb hovering for a second before I unlock it, already bracing myself.Felix: I’m losing my mind here. You didn’t come home. If you don’t show up tonight, I swear I’m filing a missing person report. You can’t do this to me, Nadia.My chest tightens, not with fear but with exhaustion. The words feel loud, intrusive, like hands shaking me when all I want is quiet.Another vibration follows almost immediately.Jo: I had an amazing time today. I keep replaying it, actually. The drive, the laughs, the way you looked at me like you weren’t carrying the weight of th

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