Chapter 2

She waited a week.

Seven days of silence.

She hadn’t planned to wait that long. She’d told herself she’d give him two days. Three, tops. Enough time to cool down, breathe, process what she’d told him. That’s what people did when they were scared. They pulled away. They panicked. But then they came back.

Luca would realize that she had never cheated on him and come to his senses.

She told herself that every morning. Whispered it like a prayer while she stared at her phone, thumb hovering over his contact. Every time it buzzed, her stomach flipped. Every time it didn’t, something inside her cracked.

She left messages. One voicemail.

“Please call me.”

He never did. He ignored her calls and voicemail.

By day five, her hope had started rotting. It didn’t crumble—it curdled. Turned bitter. Sour. Something she didn’t recognize. She told herself she wouldn’t call again. That if he wanted to talk, he’d talk. That she had dignity. That she wasn’t going