Amara’s POV
The night had fallen with an eerie quietness, the kind that made everything feel a little too still. I sat near the window, gazing up at the moon. Its soft glow bathed the room in a pale light, offering a small sense of peace in the chaos that had overtaken my life.
The sound of footsteps broke the silence, and I stiffened. My heart skipped a beat when I saw who it was.
Caden.
He stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable, his eyes shadowed with a deep sadness that mirrored the storm brewing inside me. I hadn’t expected him to be here—not after everything that had happened.
“Caden,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “What are you doing here?”
His eyes locked with mine, and I saw something flicker in them—pain, guilt, and a loneliness I could almost touch. It made my
