What Was Never Mine
E. Jenningsi observe all that transpires heremy recently hired maid is suspicious
There are moments in a life when the world grows quiet—not because it has ended, but because it has chosen, briefly, to look away.
By then, ours were no longer new.
Secrecy had become its own language between us, refined through repetition and trust. A sprig of lavender left where only I would notice. A phrase spoken without meaning to any ear but mine—“The west corridor runs cold today.” I never answered. I never needed to. I simply altered my steps and went where I was meant to go.
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