POV: Aaron
6:47 AM — The Silence That Screams
I knew sothing was wrong the second I walked into the kitchen.
Not just wrong. Off. Tilted. Like reality had been nudged a few degrees sideways and no one else noticed but .
Milo was already at the counter, pouring cereal with all the enthusiasm of a prisoner receiving his last al. Elena sat at the table, her hands wrapped around a mug like it might anchor her to Earth.
Nobody was talking.
Not even pretending to be normal anymore.
I tried. God help , I tried.
"So, uh... anyone see that new Dune trailer?"
Nothing.
Elena blinked. Milo didn’t even lift his head.
Okay. Cool. Just . Drowning in air.
7:02 AM — The Flashback That Won’t Leave
I don’t even rember how it started. That’s the worst part.
It wasn’t so slow-burning, cinematic thing with candles and stolen glances.
It was subtle. Stupid.
One night we both reached for the sa wine glass, our fingers brushed, and she laughed—really laughed—and for a second I forgot she was married to my dad.
The second ti it happened, we were on the couch. So rom-com was playing. She leaned her head on my shoulder. I didn’t pull away.
That should’ve been the end of it. But it wasn’t.
I kissed her three days later.
She didn’t stop .
She kissed back.
And after that... well, the world split open. And I just kept falling.
8:15 AM — Milo, Cold as Ice
I followed Milo outside.
"Hey," I said, trying to sound casual. "You good?"
He nodded but didn’t look at . He was focused on his phone, or pretending to be.
"You sure?" I pressed.
Silence.
"Milo."
"What do you want to say, Aaron?" he finally muttered.
I swallowed. "That we’re okay?"
He turned to face . His eyes weren’t angry. They were sad.
"You want us to be okay, but you’ve done sothing that makes that impossible."
I froze.
"What do you an?" I asked, trying not to sound guilty.
He shook his head. "Don’t insult ."
He walked away before I could ask if he’d told anyone.
10:20 AM — A ssage From Her
Elena slipped a note when I passed by the hallway.
We were becoming good at this — passing secrets like spies in a collapsing kingdom.
It was folded tight, one word on the front: "Now."
I found her out back, near the fence, pretending to water the rosebush my dad never shuts up about.
She didn’t turn around when I approached.
"He knows," she said quietly.
My stomach dropped.
"Elena—"
"He found the letter. I don’t know when. But he read it."
My heart pounded in my ears. "Did he say anything?"
"Only that he gave it back to ."
I exhaled. Relief, fear, sha — all wrapped up in one sick, spiraling breath.
10:32 AM — What the Hell Am I Doing?
"I should leave," I said.
She turned around. "No."
"What else can I do?"
"End this," she whispered. "Like we always said we would."
"But we never did," I said. "You never ant it."
"You think I wanted to fall in love with you?" she snapped, voice trembling.
I didn’t answer.
Because I didn’t know if I wanted to hear the truth.
12:10 PM — The Dad Conversation
Dad was ho for lunch.
He tossed his keys on the counter, cracked open a soda, and sat across from at the table like it was any other day.
"You’ve been quiet lately," he said.
I looked up. "Just tired."
"Sothing wrong with Elena?"
My skin prickled. "No. Why?"
"She’s been acting funny. Avoiding . That’s not like her."
I forced a laugh. "Maybe she’s just tired too."
He squinted at . "I know that look."
"What look?"
"The one you used to get when you broke the neighbor’s fence and tried to pretend it wasn’t you."
I forced a smile.
He didn’t press. But he didn’t believe either.
1:40 PM — Guilt Is a Loud Room
I sat in my bedroom for almost an hour, staring at my ceiling and hearing every echo of the past few weeks.
Her breath when we kissed.
The way she said my na when no one was listening.
Milo’s voice when he said I hurt people without knowing it.
I used to think this thing was beautiful. A secret oasis. Us against the world.
Now it just felt dirty. Sharp. Like a trap I built for myself and couldn’t escape.
3:00 PM — Almost Telling the Truth
I ca this close to telling my dad.
He was sitting on the patio, feet up, sun on his face.
I walked out there. My heart was racing. My mouth opened.
"Dad..."
He turned his head, squinting. "Yeah?"
I blinked.
"Can I borrow the car later?"
He nodded. "Keys are by the door."
And just like that, I beca a coward again.
5:15 PM — The Twist I Didn’t See Coming
The note was on the kitchen counter.
Folded. Unmarked.
At first, I thought Elena left it.
But then I saw the handwriting.
It wasn’t hers.
It was Milo’s.
I unfolded it.
"Secrets aren’t weapons until soone picks them up."
No signature.
But I knew.
And suddenly... I realized I wasn’t the only one on the edge of the lie anymore.
📘 End of Chapter 23
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