John often caught himself lost in thought, piecing together the fragments of Natalie’s life that felt elusive. He watched her closely, yet remained steadfast in his belief that she would never betray him.
“It’s probably me,” John murmured, “overthinking things.” The idea that his blindness might be making him overly analytical settled uneasily in his mind. As the days turned into weeks, John observed more changes in Natalie’s behavior.