It was 6:00 am when I heard the front door creak open. A moment later, the mattress dipped beside me.Zachary's hands, still warm from the cold outside, slipped around my waist as he pressed close to whisper, "I love you."I didn't want to respond to him, so I kept my eyes shut, pretending to be asleep.I didn't know how long I lay there, unmoving, until he left. Eventually, I heard the quiet rustle of fabric and the soft shuffle of footsteps. The door clicked shut behind him, and only then did I open my eyes.On the nightstand, he had left me a small note. While in the kitchen, a pot of warm soup sat on the stove.Everything was just like every other morning, if only I hadn't caught him cheating. But I didn't have time to drown in heartbreak. After spending two weeks in the hospital after the car accident, I was already drowning in work—dozens of unfinished sketches piled up on my desk and one particularly important commission sitting on top.It was my first commercial proje
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