“I needed to know what you were hiding,” she snapped. “And your answer was to spy on me?” Marcus’s voice tightened. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to already not have control over your body… and then realize you don’t even have privacy?” Julie flinched, but she didn’t back down.
“Do you have any idea what it feels like to give up your life for someone and then see a stranger leaving your driveway?” Silence hit them both. The TV laughed again in the background, bright and oblivious. Marcus looked down, blinking slowly, like he was trying to steady himself. When he spoke, his voice was lower—less defensive.