In the early hours, Daniel stumbled home by himself, looking a bit too cheerful. "Mia, why are you still up? Were you waiting for me?"

This wasn't his first time getting drunk with Ada, but it was the first time he came home on his own. I remembered how I used to panic when he didn't come home, waiting to make him a hangover remedy. Eventually, I learned he was always out at bars with her. I'd cried and begged him to explain, but he'd just blocked my number and vanished.