POV: Silver
The moon hung low over Slaw crest Pack, its silver light pouring through my bedroom window like a silent confession as I stared at the window. It was late—so late the world outside my walls was silent except for the whisper of leaves brushing in the night wind. I should have been asleep, exhausted after the emotional drain of the day, but my mind refused to settle.
Every time I closed my eyes, Amelia’s smile returned to me—warm, friendly, yet somehow lingering too long in my thoughts. There was comfort in it, the kind that made you lean closer without realizing you were stepping into a snare. I didn’t know why I trusted her so quickly, but she’d been my only real warmth since… since him.
I pushed away thoughts of Volvo, of that rejection that had hollowed me out and left me
