Hailey's POV
The silence after the fight wasn't peaceful.
It was the kind that pressed in from all sides, dense and suffocating, heavy with words that had been said and truths that could no longer be pulled back. The suite still smelled faintly of antiseptic from the clinic, mixed with expensive cologne and the metallic tang of adrenaline that hadn't fully left my system.
I tried Sleeping but even sleep felt impossible, rest felt undeserved.
I had to get up to distract myself.
So I worked.
I slid the balcony door open and stepped outside, letting the cold Manhattan air bite into my skin like punishment. The temperature shocked me into focus, the sting sharp enough to cut through the fog in my head. Snow flurries drifted lazily through the night, catching the city lights
