XAVIER’S POV

It’s been close to a month since I broke up with Katrina.

Thirty days of silence. Thirty days without her voice filling my ears, without her name flashing across my phone. The absence felt strange at first, like something I was so used to having that I didn’t quite know how to function without it. But here’s the truth I’ve had to face, a truth that might sound cruel if I said it out loud: it wasn’t pain I felt.

It was relief.

She’s gone, and with her went ...