Cyril walked into her room, the weight of the day still heavy on her shoulders. The drive back home with her father had been eerily quiet, a silence that felt suffocating despite the lack of words exchanged. Alan hadn’t even looked at her the way he used to—his once intense gaze now distant, like he had shut himself off from her. It wasn’t new; she had seen this before, but it still stung every time. She couldn't blame him for wanting distance, though. What they had shared had been impossible, wrong even.
But why did it feel so much like she had lost something? She wasn’t supposed to feel this way.
Cyril paced the room, her steps heavy with frustration. She tried to focus on anything else, but the echo of the day's silence haunted her. Was she really moving on? No, not really. But she co
