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    She stared at the ceiling for a while, then closed her eyes. Norton wasn’t worth losing sleep over.


    In the guest room, Norton tossed and turned. Her words—”a family that doesn’t even exist”—echoed in his mind.


    On paper, she was still his wife. He had never stopped looking out for her, even if she didn’t see it.


    Because of her job, she was constantly under the spotlight—scrutinized, overworked, and eventually driven to the hospital. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn’t understand what drove her to push herself so relentlessly.


    He sighed, his eyes tracing the moonlight spilling in through the window. The image of Yvonne in that white nightgown lingered in his mind—elegant, untouchable. Eventually, he drifted off.


    In his dream, Yvonne was walking barefoot along the beach, the nightgown fluttering in the sea breeze.


    Sheughed, her footsteps leaving delicate prints in the sand as she ran. She got way ahead, and he chased after her, calling her name.


    He finally caught up with her. She grabbed his cor and pulled him down, lips just inches from his.


    He closed his eyes, ready for the kiss. But her voice cut through the dream, sharp and clear: “Do you even know what photography means to me?”


    He jolted awake. Dawn had barely broken.


    Yvonne, on the other hand, had slept soundly. No nightmares. When she came downstairs for breakfast, Norton was already by the door, keys in hand, ready to leave.


    She gave him a brief nce but said nothing, turning her attention to the quiet tter of bowls and spoons.


    With little appetite, she nibbled at a modest breakfast before gathering her things.


    Norton stood there, unmoving, lingering as if expecting something. But Yvonne walked past him in silence, her heels tapping softly against the floor as she stepped outside without a backward nce.


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    As she moved past him, he reached for her arm. “I’ll drive you,” he offered.


    She didn’t respond. She simply yanked her arm free, her movements sharp with irritation.


    Norton, momentarily stunned, let her go. But just as quickly, he reached out again.


    She didn’t pull away. Frankly, she didn’t have the energy to argue—she allowed him to guide her to the car.


    If he wanted to give her a ride, fine. It saved her the trouble of gging down a cab. Without a word, she slid into the passenger seat and stared out the window. The silence between them stretched, thick and unyielding.


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