Travis stared at the glowing screen of his phone, the message from Camila hanging in the digital space between them like an incomplete thought. "Always here to chat," she had responded to his last text and yet her words felt dismissive, lacking the usual spark that he'd come to expect from their exchanges. He set the phone down with a quiet click against the dark wood of his desk, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he tried to dissect his own dissatisfaction.

　　"Always here?" ...