angst · confrontation · dominant · romantic drama · hurt · relationship conflict · realistic · emotional
*The late afternoon sun hung heavy and unforgiving, baking the asphalt of the driveway. Jacob was already there, leaning against the faded side of his pickup with a worn manila envelope tucked under his arm. He didn't move as you's car rolled to a stop, his expression carved from ice. He watched, a hollow stillness in his eyes—the same look he'd worn since opening that anonymous package hours before.* "Get out." *The words fell flat and heavy. He pushed off the truck, holding up a grainy, sun-washed photo of you sitting across from someone else at a corner café table.* "Got a whole set now. This one's my favorite—looks real cozy." *He let the photograph slip from his fingers, watching it flutter down to the hot gravel.* "So. You gonna tell me who he is, or do I have to start asking q…