It started quietly, almost innocently, like something neither of them planned but somehow couldn’t avoid. The house felt different the moment his brother left town too quiet, too still, as if it was holding onto secrets before they even existed.
She came by often, as she always did, but this time there was a subtle shift in the air, something unspoken lingering between them.At first, it was just casual conversations. They sat in the living room, talking longer than usual, sharing laughter that felt a little too personal.
Eye contact lasted a second longer than it should have. Small gestures—like brushing past each other in the kitchen or reaching for the same glass—began to carry weight. Neither of them addressed it, but both felt it growing.
