Amelia’s POVI didn’t sleep after the anniversary, not really.I lay in bed staring at the ceiling while Ryan sat somewhere downstairs, silent, distant, and absent in a way that felt even worse than being physically gone.He came home late. Of course he did.I heard the door around midnight. There were footsteps.I paused.Then nothing. No explanation. No attempt to speak.Just silence settling between us like dust.And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t go looking for him. I didn’t ask where he’d been.I didn’t care enough to break myself again.Instead, I stared at my phone until morning.At Lucas’s messages.At the way he made simple things feel like air.At the way Ryan had once made everything feel like home.Now neither of them felt like that. One felt like escape. The other felt like memory.And I didn’t know which hurt more.---The decision to confront Evelyn came suddenly.It came too suddenly.Like something inside me snapped after weeks of swallowing questions that
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