Alina’s Pov

Sleep doesn’t come easy.

Steven left after receiving an urgent call, we haven't talked at all then, just normal pleasantries and awkward stirs.

I’ve been staring at that damn envelope for hours since I brought it out from the drawer where I hid when Steven came in. It sits on the coffee table like it’s alive, quiet but pulsing, whispering my name every time I try to look away.

The apartment is too still. The kind of silence that starts to hum in your ears after a long ...