Kelani's POV
The room was too quiet.
Jayden’s room.
My room now? The thought made my stomach twist.
I sat curled in the wide window seat, knees drawn to my chest, forehead pressed lightly against the cool glass. The sky had shifted to a pale amber, and the garden outside swayed under the weight of the wind. The same garden I’d walked through once, with Jayden before the truth shattered everything.
I hadn't seen him since the incident in this room. Not truly. He comes in to drop off food but is always silent, unspoken.
He slept in the adjoining room, close but distant, the locked door between us becoming a symbol of everything unspoken.
But he never stopped trying.
He brought my meals personally. Morning and night. Never saying more than a silent,
“You should eat.” He didn’t hove
