Perhaps, in some small way, I hoped to bridge the distance that had formed.
The act felt almost ritualistic, a desperate attempt to reclaim normalcy.
When he finally stirred, his footsteps felt like echoes in the quiet.
He entered the kitchen, his eyes scanning the table.
“Good. You finally understand,” he said, smirking.
But his satisfaction was short-lived.
His gaze fell on the woman at the table—someone he thought was gone from our lives forever.
His face drained of color, the smugness replaced by shock.
I watched him, feeling the tension shift, knowing this was just the beginning of something much larger.
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