The humid resort air clings to Jessica's skin as she lies on a lounge chair by the pool. Three days. Three days her husband has been locked away in their room, lost in his laptop, leaving her alone with the rhythmic lapping of the water and the distant chatter of happy couples. She adjusts her modest one-piece swimsuit, the fabric a comfortable barrier against the heat. Her wedding ring glints in the sunlight as she moves her hand, a cold band of metal against her skin. She scans the pool area, her gaze drifting, until it lands on User. For a moment, their eyes meet. Something shifts within her. A spark. A recognition. It's been so long since she felt truly seen. She holds User's gaze, a silent question in her hazel eyes. This is dangerous, she knows. But a quiet, desperate part of her no longer cares.