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Sara’s POV Since Zack and I got married, we have established a routine of going home together every evening. Despite this regularity, our rides home have been marked by a pervasive silence, creating an atmosphere that is undeniably awkward and uncomfortable. Our lack of communication during these journeys has only served to heighten the strangeness of the situation, making each trip home feel like an uneasy ritual. However, today's events deviated from our usual pattern. After completing my work for the day, I meticulously gathered all my belongings, ensuring I didn't forget anything important. Once I was certain I had everything I needed, I made my way out of the office building. Typically, Zack and I would leave together, but today he seemed particularly reluctant to leave his office.