Amara's POV
The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow in the room as I sat on the edge of my bed, the weight of everything pressing down on me. My heart was still broken, my trust shattered. It was midnight, and I wasn’t sure if I was awake or lost in a nightmare. But I couldn’t escape the pain.
Ryder stood in the doorway, his figure tall and imposing, but his usual confidence was gone. His posture was slumped, shoulders tense, eyes full of guilt. He had come to apologize, I could tell. But would words be enough to heal the wound he had left in my heart?
"Amara..." He said my name like a prayer, his voice hoarse. He stepped into the room cautiously, almost as if afraid to be near me, unsure of how I would react. I wanted to scream at him, to ask him how he could
