The first week of February was quieter than Leah had expected.
After the holidays, the city seemed to return to its normal hum buses rolling past, people rushing to work, cafés filling with laughter and steaming cups of coffee. But for Leah, the air still felt heavy.
It had been weeks since she’d left the camp. The pain wasn’t raw anymore, but it lingered in a dull ache just beneath her ribs, the kind that reminded her of something unfinished.
She’d tried to keep herself busy. Applying for jobs, helping Maya with her recovery exercises, keeping Jenah from worrying too much. But no matter what she did, her thoughts always found their way back to him.
To Damien Cole.
The man who had turned her world upside down and then stood by silently when it came crashing down.
Leah stared at her
