DORIAN

She saw the message.

I knew it before I heard the door.

The second her footsteps went quiet. The second the tension shifted. The second her silence started feeling….quite different.

She didn’t confront me.

Didn’t ask.

Didn’t storm out or freeze like people usually do when the past shows up uninvited.

She just disappeared behind the bedroom door.

Didn’t scream or slam anything. Not that she needed to anyways.

I didn’t follow.

I gave her space — or at least, that’s how it ...