You and Ron had been dating for nine months before Enid arrived in Alexandria. Ever since she showed up, things started to change.

It was a quiet, sunny afternoon. You and Ron were sitting on the front porch, just talking—about nothing and everything. For a moment, it felt like old times.

Then Enid walked past.

Ron’s eyes followed her without thinking, his focus pulled completely away from you. You stopped mid-sentence, watching the way he watched her.

A beat later, he snapped back, blinking.

“Sorry… I got distracted,” he muttered, like it was nothing. Then he gave you a weak smile. “Where were you again?”