The Realization
That night, I couldn’t sleep.
I thought about everything I’d ignored—his jokes, his control, how I’d shrunk to keep peace.
Ava had asked me once: “Are you happy?”
I hadn’t been.
I’d just been playing a role.AD
Saturday came. The apartment filled with people, laughter, music.
But it didn’t feel like my party.
At five, the doorbell rang.
Everyone went quiet.
Derek moved—but I got there first.
Nicole stood outside. Beautiful. Confident.
“Hi! You must be Maya.”
