The studio was quiet again.

Maya stood frozen in the same spot, staring at the door Elias and Daniel had just walked out of. Her hands trembled slightly, and the weight of everything finally crashed over her.

Her breath caught in her throat.

A single tear slipped down her cheek, landing softly on the sketch paper she had been working on just minutes earlier. The delicate ink lines blurred, much like the way her thoughts felt right now—smudged and messy.

She didn’t wipe the tear away.

She simply stood there, letting the silence sink in.

Daniel. Her ex-husband. The man she had spent years loving, supporting, and building a life...