Work email.

He still hasn't called.

I didn't look right away. Instead, I let myself imagine all the things it could be—an apology, an explanation, even just a single "I'm sorry" —before finally turning the screen toward me.

And that was the worst part.

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My phone buzzed.

I sat by the window, watching the rain trace slow paths down the glass. The city looked blurred—like a memory trying to come into focus.

Of course.