WRITER’S POV
The early light filtered through Audrey’s apartment, casting a soft, golden glow that touched every corner with warmth. Adam sat on the edge of her bed, his gaze lingering on her peaceful form as she slept.
He traced the outline of her face in his mind, memorizing the way her dark lashes rested against her cheeks, the gentle rise and fall of her breathing that brought a calmness Adam hadn’t known he needed. For two days, he had been here, letting her soothing presence heal wounds that ran far deeper than the cuts and bruises.
But each moment he spent in her world—one untouched by the relentless shadows that clung to him—only confirmed what Adam had always known: He didn’t belong here. With her. Audrey’s life was simple, safe, filled with a quiet beauty he could never be p
