Once, I was late to work and had to rush out of the house

and left for work.

The whole drive, I couldn’t stop thinking. It wasn’t that he was doing something obvious, but it was the way his body reacted when I came back. Like he had something to hide.

We had been living together for a year. He was charming, supportive, funny—but sometimes, something felt… off. Little things. Like how he always kept his phone continue reading …