The morning of the third day arrived like a slow-motion collision between two worlds. For seventy-two hours, time had been an abstract concept, something that happened to other people in a world that no longer concerned us. But as the sun climbed higher over the jagged peaks of the Gundy estate, the "White Light" we had lived in began to retreat, replaced by the heavy, unavoidable gravity of the life waiting on the other side of the mahogany doors
**Alexandra POV**
I woke up slowly, my body feeling heavy and sensitized, every inch of my skin humming with the memory of Zayne’s touch. I was draped across his chest, my ear pressed directly over his heart, listening to the steady, powerful thrum that acted as the anchor for my entire world.
"I'm thinking about April," I confessed, the word
