London greeted her with a familiar chill, the kind that slipped beneath her coat and settled against her skin like an old memory. The sky was a muted grey, the kind she’d grown up under, the kind she’d once thought she’d escaped forever. But as the plane descended and the city unfolded beneath her — the winding Thames, the clusters of brick buildings, the blur of traffic — she felt something she hadn’t expected.
Relief. A quiet, steady exhale she hadn’t realized se’d been holding.
She stepped out of Heathrow with her camera bag slung over her shoulder, her suitcase rolling behind her, and the cool air brushing her cheeks. For the first time in months, she wasn’t stepping into Luca’s world. She wasn’t walking into a penthouse or a yacht or a place where people whispered his name like a cu
