We.
I looked at Maya, and suddenly every moment replayed in my head: the silent dinners, the oversized sweaters, the way she avoided my gaze.
He wasn't exaggerating.
I was suffering.
The guilt that followed
I don't remember getting up.
I don't remember what I said.
I only remember its weight.
I had seen it. I had felt it.
And yet… I waited.
Because someone told me not to worry.
Because I didn't want to believe that something could be wrong.
Because it was easier to doubt her than to face the possibility that something serious could happen.
This awareness never leaves you.
It settles on the chest and stays there.
What happened next?
After that, everything happened very quickly.
