Three months later.
Hudson finally looked beautiful again.
The sky stretched endlessly blue above the city while soft afternoon sunlight reflected warmly against glass buildings and passing vehicles below. Sidewalk trees swayed gently beneath the breeze, their leaves glowing gold-green under the clear weather that felt almost unreal after months of rain and tragedy.
For the first time in a long while—
Jayda could breathe without feeling terrified afterward.
Not perfectly.
Not completely.
But enough.
Enough to finally feel sunlight against her skin without remembering blood immediately after.
Enough to sleep through most nights.
Enough to laugh again.
The old hotel was long gone from her life now.
After the investigation closed the seventh floor permanently and exposed everythin
