I stepped into the restaurant, but the warm light and soft chatter did nothing to ease the tightness in my chest. Raghav was already at the table, a grin on his face that should’ve made me smile, but all I felt was the weight of something heavy hanging in the air. Haris stood next to me, his silence almost louder than anything else. There was something in his eyes, something I couldn’t place—jealousy, maybe?