At half past four in the morning, Alina woke to the sound of the bedroom door next to hers opening and closing softly. Daniel's room, which Alina rarely entered. Her husband had just come home and gone straight to his own room without knocking on her door, without making sure she was still breathing.As usual.Alina stared at the still-dark ceiling of her room, listening to the sound of Daniel's footsteps on the other side of the wall. So close—separated by only one wall—but it felt like they were on different continents.The sound of the shower turned on. Daniel was washing away the fatigue of his long day, while she—his wife—lay alone, no more important than the furniture in this house.Alina couldn't fall back asleep. Something pushed her to get up—maybe masochism, maybe the need to know the truth she already suspected.She got up, put on a thin cardigan, and walked out of her room quietly. The hallway was dark and silent. Daniel's bedroom door was tightly closed, the sound of the
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