Scarlett’s POV
The house felt bigger after that. Colder. Echoing with memories I couldn’t chase away.
I didn’t understand what I’d done wrong. Why he pulled away after I gave him my heart. I told myself it was fear. Trauma. That maybe loving me was too much for him right now.
But late at night, when sleep wouldn’t come, I asked myself the real question:
Had I imagined it all?
BUT I KNEW BETTER…
No.
I didn’t imagine the way he held my hand in the hospital when I couldn’t walk.
I didn’t imagine the late-night whispers, or how he watched me like I was his compass.
I didn’t imagine the way his voice broke when he told me I mattered.
Something happened.
Something was happening.
And I was going to find out what it was.
Even if I had to tear the truth from the shadows myself.
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