Tabitha’s POV
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, bathing the room in a pale, comforting glow. I lay there for a moment, listening to the stillness, letting the gentle warmth ease the tension in my body. The silence held a kind of peace I hadn’t felt in what seemed like ages, but beneath it, a quiet turmoil lingered, like an old scar that hadn’t quite healed.
I shifted slightly, feeling the ache of all that had passed, but also something new—a sense of strength, tentative but unmistakable. It was the same feeling that had started to bloom inside me the night Fabrizio and I stood together in that warehouse, facing down the person who had shattered our lives. That night, I realized that my pain didn’t have to control me. It could fuel me, drive me forward, if I let it.
