The skyline of the city stretched wide and glittering beyond the tall windows of the penthouse. The space was familiar but quiet, like a room holding its breath. After everything that had happened, stepping back into their home felt like peeling open an old chapter—but this time, they were determined to rewrite the story.
“I forgot how much I missed this view,” Emily murmured, setting a box down near the living room couch. Her eyes traced the golden afternoon light pouring through the glass.
Oliver stood behind her, arms crossed, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I forgot how much I missed you in this space.”
She turned, giving him a warm glance. “Don’t start getting sentimental on me.”
He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Too late.”
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