Forty minutes after leaving the villaSomewhere outside the Douro ValleyThe silence should’ve felt like a good thing It didn’t,not after everything not after hours of screens flickering and messages appearing every time one of us breathed too hard.Now there was nothing ,no buzzing,no warnings,No rules And somehow that felt worse.Tomás kept driving, both hands tight on the wheel, eyes fixed on the empty road ahead of us. The early morning light had fully broken through now, turning the hills gold in places, fog still sitting low between the vineyards,Pretty noormal.Completely wrong for what this felt likeI kept checking my phone even when I told myself not to.Blank screen.No new notifications,no unknown messages, nothing.Sofia slept quietly against my chest, tiny breaths warm through the blanket. Every couple seconds I’d look down just to make sure.Still breathing,Still here.I hated that my brain needed to check.“You’re doing it again,” Tomás said quietly.I looked up “What?”
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