Night arrived quietly.
Softly.
The kind of peaceful evening New York rarely gave anyone.
Rain tapped lightly against the apartment windows while warm lighting filled the penthouse in golden tones.
And somehow—
despite how comfortable everything felt—
my chest still hurt a little.
Because unfortunately talking about Sofia always did that.
No matter how much time passed.
No matter how much I pretended I was over it.
Some wounds didn’t disappear completely.
They just stopped bleeding loudly.
Amelia noticed the mood change almost immediately after my call with Kai earlier.
She didn’t push.
Didn’t pry aggressively.
Which honestly surprised me.
Instead she simply made dinner while talking about random things dramatically enough to distract me.
Apparently she once slapped a famou
