My heart jumped when I saw it. Cold, pointed, heavy in my hand. It looked like something that could hurt, or belong to someone who knows exactly how to. He shrugged, said he had “no idea” what it was, but that only made my mind race faster. I turned it over, again and again, imagining stories, danger, secrets. Each angle made it look more deliberate, more engineered, less innocent. I wasn’t just curious anymore — I was worried. One tiny detail on the tip finally gave everything away, and what I uncovered about him, his hobbies, and what he hadn’t told me yet completely changed how I saw our relati… Continues…
