POV Azalea The days that followed seemed to unravel in slow motion, the tension between us palpable in every glance, every touch. At night, we lay in bed like strangers, our bodies curled away from each other while the silence between us grew heavier with each passing moment. One morning, as Thorne prepared to leave for work, I noticed him surreptitiously checking his phone, his expression a mix of guilt and concern. A stab of suspicion twisted in my gut, but I pushed it aside, unwilling to give voice to my fears. "Thorne," I called out softly, watching him turn towards me with a wary look in his eyes. "Have a good day at work." "Thanks," he murmured before quickly leaving the room, the weight of unspoken words bearing down on us both. Throughout the day, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was more to Thorne's secretive behavior than mere stress. As much as I wanted to believe in him, that there was nothing between him and Vanessa, the shadows of doubt continued
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