Chapter 3

From that day on, Simon and I started giving each other the silent treatment.

We shared the same roof, but it felt like we were strangers passing by each other, no matter how well we used to know one another.

Simon left early and came home late, while I drowned myself in work and paperwork.

We stopped sharing meals, stopped talking, and couldn't even bring ourselves to meet each other's eyes.

Our once cozy home had become nothing more than a cold prison.

I threw myself headfirst into Frank's case, putting every ounce of energy I had into it.

I…