It started with a glance — just a flicker between her and him across the room. I saw it, but I smiled anyway. That’s what you do when you love someone, right? You trust. You let go. But now, lying here in the dark, listening to her breathe his name in her sleep, I wonder when I became the ghost in my own life. This isn’t betrayal. It’s worse. I invited it in. And every choice from here shapes how deep I let this go.