♡ Megan ♡
The festive season was right around the corner, and I should have been excited. The bakery was busier than ever, orders were piling in, and the streets were lined with twinkling lights that filled the air with the kind of warmth and joy that usually made me feel at home. But this year, I felt none of it. I was exhausted. Not just from work, but from pretending. Every day I was pretending that everything was fine with Brendan when, in reality, I had been pulling away for months. And the worst part? He knew it. He had to. I could see it in the way he watched me when he thought I wasn’t looking, in the way he reached for my hand and hesitated just slightly before his fingers curled around mine. He felt the shift, just as I did, but neither of us dared to address it. Or at least, no
