❄ Sebastian ❄
The five tests stayed on my coffee table the entire week. I didn’t throw them away. I didn’t put them in a drawer. I left them there like punishment, like if I stared at the proof long enough, it would start to make sense. Like it would make it real.
Of course, it did.
Of course, it was real. Every time I walked past them, my stomach turned, and my chest tightened. I told myself I had reacted the way any sensible man would. But that was a lie. A lie I had told myself every day. Because I remembered Camille’s face. Not angry. Not manipulative. Broken. The word trap echoed in my head until it made me sick. By the time the weekend hit, the denial rotted into something worse: regret. Camille didn’t come to me. She didn’t scream. She didn’t demand accountability. She did the th
