Chapter 30
Whispers Behind Closed Doors The evening sun poured a warm amber hue across the floor of Noah’s house, filtering in through the tall, sheer curtains. The air was still, thick with unspoken words and emotions that had lingered far too long. Anna stood in the hallway, balancing a porcelain tea tray, her hands trembling slightly. She had told herself countless times this was temporary. She was here because of his accident. Because of the guilt. Because she was human. But none of that explained the ache in her chest when she saw him sleeping, the way her heart skipped when he whispered her name with that same softness he used to. She pushed open the bedroom door slowly. Noah was sitting upright, his back to her, eyes focused out the window. He didn’t look like the man who had just recovere
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