The fight between Jason and Leah hadn’t been loud, but the silence afterward felt even louder. Days passed, and the air between them stayed cold and tight, like something fragile might snap at any moment. They still spoke, but only about work, dry updates, mission plans, security briefings. The kind of talk you’d expect in a war room, not a home.

Their beautiful house, once full of laughter and lazy coffee mornings, now felt like a quiet battlefield.

Leah buried herself in her cyber work, eyes locked on her screen day and night, chasing patterns, tracking threats. She barely looked up. Jason locked himself in his lab too, surrounded by...