Chapter 24: The Morning After
Maxine woke slowly. For a moment, she didn't move—just listened to the soft hum of the air conditioner, the rustle of sheets beneath her, and the quiet sound of breathing beside her. Noah's arm was draped over her waist, his chest warm against her back, anchoring her in a rare sense of safety. Until she opened her eyes. And saw her. Sitting across the room. In a chair. Legs crossed. Angel. Her posture was regal, poised—like she was on the throne of a kingdom Maxine never asked to be part of. The early morning light poured in from the windows behind her, casting her in gold. Her expression was calm. But her eyes—oh, those eyes—burned. Maxine froze. The weight of Noah's arm suddenly felt like a spotlight. The blanket only barely covering them now felt like paper. Angel said nothing
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