Kiel
The room was heavy with silence, but not the kind that brought peace. It was the kind that came before an explosion, a pressure building in the walls and behind every breath. I stood frozen, rooted to the spot, staring at the images on the screen like they were foreign objects from another world. A parallel reality.
Another man. Another life.
Except it was me.
My throat clenched. The air seemed to thicken around me as my eyes burned into the screen. The lighting was dim in the photo—intentionally seductive, like it had been crafted that way—but not enough to erase the truth. The shadows only made it worse. They clung to my face, outlining my jaw, my mouth. My hands were unmistakably gripping her hair. My lips pressed against hers.
