Luna’s POV The days since Alexander’s confession had been quiet, unsettling even. His words, though softened, echoed in my mind long after he’d left the room. “I can’t keep pretending I don’t care.” Those words had been a twist in the story I thought I understood, yet here I was, still uncertain of what he truly meant by them. Was it just a fleeting moment of weakness, or something more? I tried to shake off the confusion, focusing on my recovery. Physically, I was nearly back to full strength, but emotionally, I remained tangled in a web of doubts and fear. It was as if the closer I got to the end of our contract, the more real everything became—his actions, our relationship, and the future that I wasn’t sure I wanted. It was late afternoon when I found myself wandering through the man

