Lena paced around the bedroom, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her heels clicked angrily against the marble floor with every step. She was still upset from her last argument with Daniel. The way he had defended Maya—again—was more than she could tolerate.

Daniel didn’t even try to hide it anymore. Every time they argued, he found a way to bring up Maya. Whether it was a simple comparison or a careless outburst, her name was always on his lips. And Lena had had enough.

“Is she a ghost?” Lena muttered to herself. “Or is she just so perfect in his eyes?”

That night, she couldn’t sleep. While Daniel...