ISABELLA’S POVThe ride home was quiet. The heavy kind that pressed against my chest and made every movement feel louder than it should have.Ethan sat beside me in the back of the SUV, his posture composed, one arm resting against the door, the other holding his phone. His attention was fixed on the screen, his expression unreadable.I noticed he had angled his body slightly toward the door, creating space without saying a word. I stared straight ahead, my hands clasped together on my lap, replaying the evening in my head, every conversation, every glance.The exhibition, the cameras…the kissThen my phone vibrated. Lucia.Before I could open the message, Ethan’s phone buzzed too.Once. Twice. Then again.I unlocked my screen.The first image that appeared made my stomach drop.Ethan and me.Standing inside the gallery, his hand at my waist, my face tilted toward his with my hands on his jaw as we kissed. It had only lasted seconds but the pictures looked otherwiseMy chest tight
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