OUR UNEXPECTED UNIVERSE
Antonia hadn't just built a new life; she had genuinely, irreversibly crossed the bridge to the other side of their inverse universe.
Across the room, Monica sat rigidly to Antonia's right, a suffocating layer of guilt breaking out across her arms. She could see Portia’s eyes subtly widening in silent, agonizing heartbreak as the realization set in: Antonia had officially stopped looking for her.
The campus queen was drowning in the unhealed trauma of a betrayal that had never happened, while the woman who still owned her heart was ruthlessly debating corporate percentages, completely unmoved by her existence.
The relentless scratch of Portia’s sleek fountain pen against the thick, executive