She cried quietly, and each tear felt like a blade cutting through what I had broken. Yet instead of fury, she met me with something unexpected – gentleness. In the days that followed, she started to act with a strange tenderness.
She cooked my favorite dinners, left small notes by my coffee, asked softly if I needed anything before leaving for work. On the surface, it seemed like forgiveness but underneath, there was a distance, a calm I couldn’t decipher. I started studying her expressions, trying to understand whether this kindness came from love, surrender, or a strength I didn’t yet grasp.
