SELENA’S POV
His gaze stayed on the watch, unmoving and unblinking, his breathing uneven, like he'd just run a marathon. For the first time since I'd met him, Alexander Blackwood looked shaken.
And somehow, that broke something inside me.
My chest tightened as I watched him. The way he stared at it, the way his whole world seemed to pause around a small worn photograph, this was how much he'd loved her. This was how much he hadn't let go.
‘Grace.’
The name echoed quietly in my head. How do I compete with someone like that? Someone perfect in memory, someone he lost, someone he still holds.
Tears burned at the back of my eyes, but I forced them down and curved my lips into a small smile.
"Here," I said softly, extending the watch toward him. "You forgot it."
His steps toward me were
