“Obsession often arrives disguised as devotion.”

Jay lay flat on his back, hands woven behind his head as he stared into the static emptiness of the ceiling. The world outside his bedroom had ceased to exist. He was submerged in a silence so thick he didn't even see the frantic pulse of his phone screen or hear the rhythmic, demanding beeps of his notifications. His mind was a locked room, and Anamta held the only key. He replayed their confrontation from the day before, dissecting her every word like a forensic analyst looking for a motive.