Amelia didn’t realize when the tears stopped.
Only that they had.
Somewhere between Daniel’s steady voice, the quiet reassurance in his words, and the warmth of his hands holding hers, the storm inside her had softened, receded just enough for her to breathe again.
Her chest still rose unevenly, her lashes still damp, but the overwhelming weight that had crushed her moments ago had shifted into something… quieter.
Not gone.
Just… contained.
But her heart.
That was another story.
It raced without permission, beating against her ribs like it was trying to outrun something she hadn’t fully faced yet.
Because even as she calmed down.
Even as she sat there, grounded in the present with Daniel.
One thing refused to leave her mind.
If he comes back… what are you going to do?
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