His voice dropped to a whisper. “One day, we’ll say vows to stay together in life and death. But that doesn’t mean you get to use those words as a weapon.” Emily’s expression darkened. She placed the juice glass back on the table and walked past him. Lucas grabbed her arm, stopping her. She never ignored him. Even when angry, she’d always respond. But lately, she brushed him off like he meant nothing. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, voice low, unsettled. His chest was tight with frustration.

The doorbell rang on Thursday morning. I almost didn’t answer. I didn’t have any customers. Usually it was just an alarm or a question about whether I’d considered solar panels. But it rang. When I looked through the peephole, there was a young woman standing on my porch. She was in her twenties, with dark hair in a ponytail, a backpack slung over one shoulder. Not a salesperson. She looked… nervous. “Are you Rosa Delgado?” she asked when I opened the door. “Who?” I said. “I’m Sophia. Sophia Del

The doorbell rang on Thursday morning. I almost didn’t answer. I didn’t have any customers. Usually it was just an alarm or a question about whether I’d considered solar panels. But it rang. When I looked through the peephole, there was a young woman standing on my porch. She was in her twenties, with dark hair in a ponytail, a backpack slung over one shoulder. Not a salesperson. She looked… nervous. “Are you Rosa Delgado?” she asked when I opened the door. “Who?” I said. “I’m Sophia. Sophia Del