Lena couldn’t sleep. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring out the window. The night was quiet, but her mind was loud with anger. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Daniel’s face—his voice snapping, “Maya won’t do that!” like some kind of defense.

Even after days had passed, the tension between them refused to ease. The silence in the house was heavy, filled with unspoken resentment. 

Lena couldn’t understand why Daniel’s heart still leaned toward someone who had already walked away. No matter what she did, Maya’s presence still lingered—quiet but powerful. It was like living in someone else’s shadow, and it gnawed at her more...