Sade’s POV
Sade sat on the bed, her body present but her mind far, far away.
She had told herself—told Adamo—that she was over it. Over Marco. Over the past. Over the s**t he put her through. And yet, as soon as Adamo set the tray down and brought the food over, it all hit her.
The things Marco said.
The way he looked at her.
The way he still had some twisted sense of entitlement over her life.
She blinked, staring off into space, her fingers resting on her lap, unmoving.
She barely noticed when Adamo stepped in front of her. It wasn’t until he knelt down, resting a warm hand on her thigh, that she finally looked at him.
“Take a breath, love.” His voice was steady, warm.
Sade inhaled deeply, then exhaled just as slowly.
Adamo nodded. “That was a lot.”
She let out a dry laugh. “s
