Maybe my brain was protecting me.
Maybe numbers stopped meaning anything after a certain point.
“Why?”
“I was trying to keep everything normal.”
“For who?”
“For you. Sophie.”
“No.”
He looked up.
“You were keeping it normal for yourself.”
His face tightened.
“That’s not fair.”
“Fair?”
I pointed toward the laptop.
“You lied to me every single morning for almost four months.”
“I was trying to fix it.”
“You forged my name.”
“I knew you’d panic.”
That sentence changed the room.
I stared at him.
“You knew I’d panic.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“So you took away my ability to make decisions because you didn’t like what my reaction might be.”
“That’s not what I was doing.”
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