Meanwhile, in the softly lit apartment Lia and Rayan shared, the atmosphere was unusually still. Lia had fallen asleep on the couch, her head tilted slightly, one hand resting on her stomach as the television played on mute in the background.
Rayan sat beside her, unmoving, his eyes fixed on her sleeping face. Something about her peaceful expression didn't sit right with him tonight. And after hesitating for a moment too long, he gently picked up her phone from the coffee table where she'd left it.
He knew it was wrong.
But something inside him was nagging.
He unlocked the phone, her password hadn't changed and began to scroll through her contacts. At first, it was normal. A few girl friends. Makeup artists. Then he started noticing more names, ones he didn't recognize. Male names. Nicknames. First names with no last names. Several had hearts beside them. A few were saved with emojis. None of them were his.
