New York, Sebastian

The drive to Mia’s apartment was awfully quiet, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily in the air. I glanced at her, sitting in the passenger seat, staring out the window with a distant look in her eyes. She didn’t even acknowledge me, her silence speaking volumes.

I had a gnawing feeling that something was wrong, something deeper than a mere headache. I couldn’t bear the growing distance between us, the unspoken tension that had crept into our evening.

“Mia, please talk to me, baby?” I implored, my voice tinged with concern. I reached out to touch her, to hold her hand, but she pulled away, her...