Zayne’s POV
Healing Her, Healing me.
The following day, I woke up to silence. Not the heavy, choking silence that used to press on my chest every morning. Not even the kind that smelled like loss and old grief. This silence is soft. It breathes with me.
Aurora is asleep beside me, her hair spread across my arm as she belongs there. Like she has always belonged there.
And for the first time in years… I didn’t dream of my dead wife.
The realization hits me so hard that I stop breathing.
No burning images. No blood.
No screams ripping me apart in the dark.
Just… peace. That terrifies me more than the nightmares ever did.
I gently slide my arm from under Aurora and sit up, staring at my hands as they belong to another man.
These hands used to shake every morning. Used to clench like
