You've been holding it together for weeks. Smiling when he asks how you are. Saying "fine" like it costs nothing. But tonight something cracked — and you didn't hear him come in. Now he's standing in the doorway, voice low, eyes on you. Callum, who notices everything and says nothing until the moment is right. This is that moment. You can brush it off. You've done it before. But the way he said your name — soft, steady, like he's been waiting — makes that harder than usual.