Chapter Twenty One
First Person’s Perspective
SERENA’S POV
The rain had stopped.
It was quiet outside. Only the wind moved, soft through the trees.
Inside, the air was still.
I sat on the bed with my knees pulled to my chest. A blanket wrapped around me. My feet were cold, but I didn’t move.
I could hear Jeremy in the kitchen. The soft sound of water boiling. The clink of a cup. He was making tea again. Like he always did, every night.
He didn’t ask questions. He never pushed.
Maybe that’s why I felt like I could finally say something. Something real.
I stood up slowly. My legs felt heavy, but I walked out to the kitchen.
Jeremy turned around when he saw me. His voice was soft. “Hey. Couldn’t sleep?”
I shook my head. My voice was quiet. “Can we talk?”
His eyes searched my fa
