Chapter 11

I hesitated for a moment, fingers hovering over the keyboard before finally typing my reply.

“He’s nothing.”

A petty response, perhaps. But at that moment, it felt fitting.

Because if I were being honest–truly, painfully honest–Pax had been good to me in almost every way.

Attentive, thoughtful, the kind of person who remembered the little things.

Except for one.

He never let me look at his phone.

“The password is your birthday. The pinned post on my Instagram is a picture of you.”

hear his voice, laced with that familiar blend of amusement and indulgence, as if my

tip of my nose, giving

you need to

the words to argue, before I could push further, he

felt like a

relative freedom–deal?”

at the way he phrased it, finding it just

in the end, I

how could a relationship survive

And yet-

what I had never even considered, was that from the very beginning, everything

on a lie.

me

could

slowly, sinking deeper into the bed, letting the silence stretch around

carrying the faint scent of soap and

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