Naomi’s POV
After our heated reconciliation, I awoke to a strange silence. The city continued to buzz beyond the windows, but within the room, all that remained was the hum of the ceiling fan and Raymond's arm thrown around my waist.
His breathing was quiet and even. The light that crept through the drapes turned the walls golden. I moved carefully, easing out from beneath his touch.
In the restroom, I leaned against the counter and looked at my reflection. My lips were a little swollen from last night's kiss. My vision was clearer than it had been in days. But beneath the satisfaction, something else was stirring, it was not regrets, Not uncertainty, Just a quiet query in my mind.
What happens next—after forgiveness?
I took a long shower, letting the hot water massage away t
