I sat in silence, staring at my reflection in the hallway mirror, wondering if I had finally snapped — or if I had finally woken up.
Seven Years of Settling
We had been together for seven years. Married for four. Somewhere along the way, affection had dulled, smiles grew polite, and he started coming home later and later, smelling of cologne I didn’t recognize.
Work stress. Routine. Maybe even myself.
But lace on my pillow wasn’t an accident.
It was a dare.
Quiet Investigations
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