ELODIE'S POV
The days blurred together slowly after that.
Not because they were peaceful, but because they all felt the same. The same room. The same walls. The same heavy silence broken only by the sound of the door opening whenever Damon entered carrying food, water, or some new excuse to force his presence into my space. At first, I counted the hours. Then the days. Eventually, I stopped trying because time inside that room no longer felt real. It felt suspended, stretched thin between memory and waiting.
And every moment of it made me miss Nathan more.
I missed him in ways that surprised me. Not just the obvious things—the way he touched me, the way he looked at me like I was something worth protecting—but the quieter things too. His voice filling silence without suffocating it. Th
