“What?” The word slipped from my lips, heavy with disbelief.
“I told you about that intense training program I applied for, the one I was so excited about. I got in, but I just didn’t know how to break it to you. Then you showed up that night and said you were leaving. It felt pointless after that. But while I was at the camp, we weren’t allowed to have phones. It was one of their main rules—they wanted us to stay focused on training. I only saw your missed calls when I finally got out,” Angel elaborated. The vulnerability in his voice began to soften the edges of my anger.
As he spoke, a whirlwind of emotions collided within me. I didn’t know how to respond. This revelation left me stunned, caught between the weight of betrayal and a flicker of understanding.
For a long time, I thought
