Axle's POV
If I had my way, I'd have simply left the house too early to avoid seeing Narda…
I shouldn't have even come downstairs.
I knew it the moment my feet hit the floorboards, the small hum of her voice drifting from the kitchen, soft as a memory I wasn't ready to relive.
And then I saw her.
She was standing at the countertop, hair knotted in a loose bun, small wisps falling around her neck. The morning sun cut across the space, casting shadows over her figure, the curve of her jaw, the delicate slope of her shoulders, and for one silly second… I saw Katrina again.
It hit me square in the chest, an involuntary warmth curling beneath my ribs.
They didn't just look alike, she had Katrina's posture. Katrina's smile when she thought no one was looking.
My gut twi
