Luana's POV
I never imagined this day would come.
That I'd ever let him get this close to me again.
But there, in the quiet of my office, with the soft afternoon light spilling through the half-open window...
I gave in.
I cried.
I let myself fall apart in the arms of the only man who, despite everything, could still tear down every wall I'd spent years building.
His scent reached me first.
A familiar fragrance etched into my memory like an old tattoo.
His arms wrapped around me, pulling me tightly against his broad chest, and I cried.
Without shame.
Without pride.
I cried for the past.
For the present.
For wounds I'd convinced myself had healed, even though they still ached every time I remembered everything we'd lost.
His hands moved gently over my back, awkward but comfort
