Sam’s jaw tightened. “I’ve been thinking… maybe we’re not right for each other.”
Alex had been dating Sam for eight months when he first noticed the crack. It wasn’t in the ceiling or the foundation of his apartment—it was in Sam’s laugh. That familiar, warm sound that used to fill the room now had a thin, hollow ring to it, like a bell with a hidden flaw.
Sam was quiet for a long moment. Then he said, “I don’t know how.”