Chapter 41 Let's Pretend It Never Happened

• The apartment breathed in awkward silences and exhaled bruised tension.
• Morning light slipped weakly through the blackout curtains, dyeing everything in cold grey. Nothing warm or soft, but that still air between people who had once held each other, mouths desperate, now reduced to shadows avoiding eye contact.
• Izzy stood by the window, her arms folded across her chest. She hadn’t moved in the last ten minutes. Her reflection in the glass looked foreign, sad… even.