From Shadow to the Longest Sun
On our sixth wedding anniversary, I felt a seam split open in my skull.
Not from pain, but from truth.
“Ethan, that new assistant… how does she taste?”
Marcus’s thought, slick as oil.
Ethan's reply slithered through my veins: "Young. Tender. Like summer berries."
His lips shaped a lie.
His hand shielded me from the crowd, even as his fingers pressed a blood-red cocktail into my palm.
"Don't let Lena find out,"he thought, the words clear as speech. "I’d in a big trouble."
Laughter swirled. Champagne clinked.their mind.
Nobody knew I could hear every thought ,the ability to read minds awakened in me last night. .
Nobody knew I had already known about his betrayal long ago.
There were no tears, no screams
I just replied “yes” to Professor Johnson’s encrypted call-the path I should have chosen six years ago.
In three days, I would vanish.
Not running from him.
Running back to who I was at twenty—the rising star of virus research.