YELENA

Another week had passed.

Seven long days of staring at my phone as it owed me an explanation. Seven nights of sleeping on one side of the bed like the other side had turned into fire.

Tyler stopped picking up my calls.

At first, I told myself he was busy with meetings and work matters. The usual things that always dragged him away from me.

But when he started sending short replies like I’ll call you back and never did, my chest began to feel tight all the time.

I hadn’t even ...