THE UNSPOKEN BOUNDARY THAT LINGERED BETWEEN THEM

As the evening cast its gentle glow across the room, Dahlia emerged from her soothing bath, her hair wrapped in a towel and a soft robe enveloping her. With a sense of quiet resignation, she reached for her phone, perched delicately on the edge of her bed. A flicker of apprehension danced behind her eyes as she navigated to the internet, half-dreading the possibility of encountering the relentless storm of scandalous rumours that had besieged her world. True to her fears, the digital realm was abuzz with the relentless chatter surrounding her alleged affair with Anton Miller, the whispers of deceit and betrayal echoing in the virtual ether.

Seeking respite from the suffocating weight of speculation, she deftly swiped away from the internet and delved into the sanctuary of her phone's gallery.