KAIA
I stare at my computer screen, watching the cursor blink in the empty email draft. It's been two weeks since the Cascade Pack meeting, and honestly, things with Vincent have been… decent. Even after the whole scene at the motel—after I finally told him the truth about why I left—he's given me space. And I'm grateful for that.
It feels like I wasn't the only one who needed time to process what happened that day.
But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little surprised. The Vincent I know would've been fighting tooth and nail to make me see his point, to believe him about his feelings being true. Instead, he's been professional. Polite. Distant, even. And yet, here I am—shocked to admit that I'm moved by his restraint.
Don't get me wrong, I still don't fully believe him. But the way h
