Narine’s POV
Time moved differently now. Not slower or faster. Just… quieter. The kind of quiet that slipped into my bones like warm water.
It had been another two and a half months since everything changed.
Since I screamed and found my voice. Since I whispered my thanks over warm milk, and I kissed the inside of silence, and let someone stay beside me.
Sargis.
We were in a much better place now. Not perfect, but closer. Closer than I’d ever thought possible.
I spoke with him now. Freely, when I wanted to. Quietly, when I didn’t. He never pushed for more. And I found myself offering him pieces of me just because he made room for them.
He kept his promise about his mother, too. Not once had I seen her again, not even in passing. It was like he’d built an entire barrier around me.
