Leia’s POV
The next few days passed in a blur of quiet preparations and heavier silences. I packed slowly, not because I had many things to take, but because every item I touched carried a memory I was not ready to leave behind. Some reminded me of my childhood in this pack. Others reminded me of Pete before everything changed between us.
The hardest part was that he had not changed completely. That would have been easier to hate. Instead, he remained painfully inconsistent. One moment distant and cold, the next quietly attentive in ways that made my heart betray me all over again. That morning, I found new luggage sitting near the door of my room. Very expensive, durable and clearly carefully chosen. There was no note on them, no explanation.
But I knew who had arranged it. I stared at
