The days after Lila’s unexpected visit felt like walking on thin ice. I tried to push her words out of my head, but they kept coming back at the worst moments. Damien had promised me there was nothing to it. He had looked me in the eyes and said Lila was lying to get between us. I wanted to believe him. I really did. But the doubt was like a small crack in a glass, spreading slowly no matter how hard I tried to ignore it.
Tonight, the doubt felt heavier than usual. I lay in bed beside Damien, pretending to sleep, my back to him. The room was dark, his arm was draped over my waist like always, heavy and warm, holding me close even in sleep. I tried to relax into him, but my mind wouldn’t stop turning.
He stirred behind me. His breathing changed, becoming more aware. His hand, which had be
