Chapter 56. The Falling Stars

In the subsequent days at work, the atmosphere lightened. The tension I used to feel in Silas's presence had dissipated, replaced by a newfound ease. I excelled in the project, and it seemed like a fitting farewell between us—no lingering "what ifs."

After that pivotal night, we deliberately avoided discussing the intimate encounter. Our unspoken agreement to move forward without dwelling on the past became the unspoken norm. I acknowledged the mistake I made. The uncharted territory of our personal connection seemed more distant than ever.

We only talked about work and the process of annulment. We acted like we’re already apart. I guess that’s really true, we’re separated. And I think it’s for the best.

As my nearly two-week stint in the Philippines drew to a close, the pre-production tasks reached completion. Sofia, having finalized her responsibilities, began preparing to return to Manhattan. Simultaneously, I started packing my belongings, intend