Sometimes during the day she caught herself wondering where Martin was.
Whether he was still at Zayn’s house.
Whether he had slept at all.
Whether the nightmares he feared were haunting him again.
She never asked.
And he never contacted her.
That silence said everything.
Late one afternoon, as she sat reviewing a report Thomas had sent her, she suddenly realized something that made her chest tighten again.
She had stopped hoping.
Not because she didn’t care anymore.
But because she understood now.
Some wounds ran deeper than love could reach.
She leaned back in her chair slowly, closing her eyes for a brief moment.
I hope you find peace one day, she thought quietly.
It wasn’t anger.
It wasn’t resentment.
Just a wish sent into the silence.
Because loving someone sometimes m
