Elena's POV
His gaze met mine, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I saw something other than the uncertainty and hesitation I had come to expect. There was something in his eyes—something that made my heart skip a beat. It wasn’t just concern or patience. It was... trust, maybe. Or hope.
“I don’t know what to do with all of this,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. It felt like a confession, something I had been holding onto for too long. “Everything’s just so... complicated.”
London nodded, his expression softening with understanding. “I get it,” he said, his voice calm, like he was in no rush to fix me—to fix anything.
We stood there in silence. It wasn’t awkward, though. It wasn’t heavy, either. It was a silence that held the weight of everything unsaid but someho
