I looked at him.
“You still don’t know me.”
Those words followed him out of the room.
The next morning, sunlight entered the condo like nothing had happened.
That was the strange thing about life.
A person’s world could collapse at midnight, and the sun would still rise at dawn.
I spent the early morning cleaning.
Not because I forgave him.
Not because I wanted to pretend everything was normal.
Because I needed to think.
The broken table was not just furniture.
It was a symbol.
A warning.
A moment where the person I trusted showed me who he could become.
My phone rang at 8:15.
It was my older sister, Clara.
I almost didn’t answer.
But Clara had always known when something was wrong.
“You sound different,” she said immediately.
I smiled faintly.
“You always say that.”
“Because it’s always true.”
I sat near the window.
