The day dragged on like an unending siege, the afternoon sun bleeding through Courtney's window in a dull, merciless gray that mirrored the turmoil churning in her soul. The silence in her apartment was a suffocating shroud—not serene, but laden with the ghosts of unspoken regrets, each breath she took a labored defiance against the weight pressing on her chest. Dwayne's brief message from that morning lingered like a phantom touch, unanswered and unanswerable, his absence a void that echoed the passion of their night together. She hadn't replied. How could she, when her thoughts were a battlefield of guilt, confusion, and fear—tendrils of emotion twisting like vines around her heart, strangling any clarity?