Moira sat in the quiet of the hotel room, staring at her phone. The stillness pressed against her like a weight, the silence in the room almost suffocating. The walls, once comforting in their anonymity, now felt like they were closing in on her. The events of the past week had unfolded in a blur—Matthew’s note, the confrontation, the realization that nothing between them had been real, not in the way she had wanted. But even as she tried to wrap her mind around it all, she couldn't shake ...