You Were Never Mine

He didn't just disappear.

He vanished without a trace...
and somehow, everyone is looking at me like I made him.

The police keep asking the same question.
My friends won't meet my eyes.
And the worst part?

There are gaps in my memory I can't explain.

That night is broken into pieces-
fragments of shouting,
his voice,
my hands shaking...
and then nothing.

But someone out there remembers.

Because the messages started two days after he went missing.

You don't remember what you did, do you?

I want to believe I'm innocent.
I need to believe it.

But the more I dig into his secrets-
the lies, the hidden life, the things he never told me-
the more I start to realize something terrifying:

Maybe I didn't know him at all.

Or worse...

Maybe he knew exactly what I was capable of.