Danielle POV
When I step through the door, the silence is heavier than usual. I shower, towel off, and change into something comfortable, but I don’t bother with the lights as I sink onto the couch. It’s still early. I could’ve gone back with Knox. He asked. I wanted to. But I needed time to think. Space to breathe.
Sam asked me if I was only here because I felt obligated to be. At the time, I brushed it off, but now I can’t shake it. Maybe he’s right. Maybe, in the beginning, I stayed because I thought I owed it to him. Because everyone told me that if I tried hard enough, I’d remember everything. That I’d feel the same way I used to. That love would come back once the pieces did.
It’s been five years.
And I’m not getting closer to him. I’m drifting further away with every forced conv
