It wasn’t meant for her.
A cold wave crawled up her spine.
Her chest tightened.
She could hear her own breathing now, uneven, loud… almost чужي in the silence of the room.
He was in the shower.
The water was still running.
She had picked up his phone without thinking.
Just a second.
Just curiosity.
Just… love.
And now—
Now everything felt wrong.
Her fingers trembled as she scrolled up.
Message after message.
Days.
Weeks.
Months.
Each one sharper than the last.
Each one carving something inside her she couldn’t name.
