I wake up to the soft, golden rays of Sunday morning sunlight filtering through my curtains. The events of yesterday still linger in my mind, the vivid image of Jay and Camila in the kitchen etched into my memory. As I lie in bed, a heavy knot of anxiety tightens in my stomach, and I can't help but replay the horrible evening that unfolded.
Unable to sleep, I tossed and turned, my mind a swirling vortex of imagined scenarios. I closed my eyes, but the image of Jay and Camila together in my shared apartment with Jay haunted me. I couldn't escape the vivid details, the way Jay's hand had rested on her lower back, how they had laughed together, their laughter echoing through the walls and piercing my heart.
My thoughts drift back to the moment I walked into the kitchen yesterday. I can't he
