You called. I answer.
Then I go on with my life.

You’ll listen — to my footsteps, my voice in the distance, the sound of my world moving without you. I won’t speak to you. I won’t acknowledge you. You’re just there, paying to be near what you’ll never have.

Every second of silence is control. Every breath you hear is permission. Stay on the line, stay quiet, and remember — being ignored by Lady Evelyn is never an accident. It’s a privilege.