~Narrator’s~

“You don’t even look at me anymore.”

Adele’s voice cuts through the stillness like a snapped violin string. She's laying across the sofa in her wine-red silk robe. Her legs are crossed, her lips are glossy, but her tone? Bitter. Impatient.

Reo doesn’t lift his head. His fingers fly across his laptop as he types in sharp, aggressive bursts. Revenue analytics. Southeast Asia’s Q3 marketing reports. Asia-Pacific consumer behavior shifts. And something about Cuss Biotech’s shaky licensing terms in Indonesia.

Adele huffs loudly. “Reo.”

He still doesn’t look up. “What?”

She throws her arms up. “You’re somewhere else. Always somewhere else. Do I even exist in your damn world...