Miriam’s POV
The house felt strangely quiet when I stepped inside which was unusual as Lazar was always at home whenever I arrived from work.
I sighed softly and closed the door behind me. My heart felt heavy but also… full. A weird mix. Like two emotions fighting inside me, one afraid, one hopeful.
I dropped my bag on the couch and leaned back against the soft cushions, replaying the conversation I had with Sara earlier at the office.
Her face had been so serious when I spoke about Lazar. The moment I told her how I had been slowly falling for him, how every day with him made me feel something I didn’t expect, safety… warmth… peace, she didn’t laugh or judge me.
Instead, she stared at me with those sharp, kind eyes of hers and said, “Miriam, you have to allow yourself to heal. Not e
