I signed my name, but the moment the pen lifted from the page, I wanted to take it back. Something in the air shifted. A soundless beat. Like the world had stilled just for a moment to mark the death of the life I used to have. Aiden didn’t smile. He didn’t say thank you. He simply took the signed document, flipped it shut, and slid it into a sleek black folder like it was any other business transaction.