I sat on the edge of the bed like an abandoned monument—silent, unmoving, and full of emotional debris. The room was dark except for the sliver of moonlight that crept in through the balcony curtains. It reflected perfectly off the little glass showpiece Meera had picked up from that ridiculous flea market she dragged me to. I had told her it was pointless, but now it stood there—mocking me. Just like she was.