No

Nothing happens in the night.

Lana wakes to an empty bed. No hand on her waist. No cock between her thighs. The hope from falling asleep is just a cold sheet.

She checks the bathroom. Empty. She goes to the kitchen.

Adam is at the table. Coffee in his hand. Alone. He has not made her a cup. He does not look up when she comes in, and that is the tell.

She sits next to him. Not across. Close enough that her knee could touch his if either of them moved.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Adam?”

He turns the cup. “Nothing’s wrong. Couldn’t sleep. Came out here. Coffee’s old. You can make more if you want some.”

Lana watches his face. She has known that face longer than Mia has. The jaw. The way he goes polite when he is lying badly.

“I’m your ex,” she says. Quiet. Not a weapon. “And technically I’m your wife right now. I know when something is wrong with you. You don’t sit in a dark kitchen with old coffee unless you’re chewing on it. So don’t do the nothing. Not with me.”

He is quiet for a while. The fridge hums. A car goes by outside.

“You don’t have to fix it,” she says. “I’m not asking as the replacement wife. I’m asking as the person who used to know when you went quiet. Talk to me.”

Adam’s mouth tightens. He looks at the cup, then at her, then away.

“I did something terrible.”

Lana does not flinch. She puts her hand on the table, not on him. An offer, not a grab.

“Okay,” she says. “What did you do?”