You tell yourself it’s harmless at first—lingering touches, private jokes, the way Leo looks at you when Tessa isn’t around. You start creating opportunities: inviting him out without her, keeping her busy, rewriting the narrative in your head until it feels true. He doesn’t stop you. That must mean something, right? But the more you pull him closer, the more everything fractures—Tessa's trust, Leo's silence, your own grip on what’s real. Because if he really loved you, wouldn’t he choose you openly? Or are you just filling the quiet spaces he’s too afraid to confront?