The morning after the storm dawned with an eerie calm. The air was washed clean, the sky a brilliant blue, but the tranquility was deceptive. For Jeanna, the storm within still raged, leaving her feeling raw and uncertain.
She woke up in her small room above the carinderia, the scent of damp wood and brewing coffee doing little to soothe her frayed nerves. The events of the previous night replayed in her mind: Lucy's arrival, Prince's confession, the torrent of emotions that had left her feeling drained and vulnerable.
She knew she couldn't avoid Prince forever, but the thought of facing him, of having to make a decision about their future, filled her with dread. She needed time, space to sort through her tangled emotions and figure out what she truly wanted.
Seeking solace, she went to
