Liora’s POV
I hadn’t realized how many days had passed until I woke up in my childhood bed for the third morning in a row and instinctively reached for my phone, already bracing for a schedule that never seemed to loosen its grip.
The Quinn estate had that effect on me. Time felt heavier here, slower, layered with memory. The walls held echoes, the kind you couldn’t escape no matter how busy you tried to stay. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and paused, listening.
Down the hall, I could hear my grandfather coughing. It was soft this morning, but persistent. The kind of sound that settled in your chest and stayed there.
“I’m coming,” I murmured to no one, already standing.
I’d barely been back to my own apartment all week. Every time I planned to return, something
