The silence stretches between us, thick and suffocating, that kind of silence that presses against your eardrums until you can hear your own pulse. Jeremy’s eyes stay fixed on me, unblinking and expectant, waiting for an answer I don’t have the courage to give.My chest locks, swelling with a breath that refuses to come out smoothly. The kitchen suddenly feels too small to contain the both of us.I open my mouth, forcing myself to speak, to say something, anything, when my phone chimes. The sharp notification sound slices through the tension, loud and intrusive in the quiet kitchen.I flinch, my shoulders jerking slightly, relief washes through me for a second, grateful for the interruption.Breaking eye contact with Jeremy, I reach into the pocket of my apron and pull out my phone, lifting it to my face without thinking.The screen lights up. And for a split second, my brain short-circuits. My vision blurs, then sharpens, and the numbers on the screen punch the air out of my lungs. M
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