Daniel's POV
I stare at Amelia's text at 1:27AM.
Goodnight, Daniel.
Two words. Simple. Final.
But they're the first personal message she's sent since I handed her divorce papers eight months ago.
I should sleep. Should let the conversation end. Should maintain the distance that's probably healthier for both of us.
Instead, I read through our entire exchange. Every message. Every deflection. Every moment of honesty.
I'm terrified.
She admitted that. To me. After everything I did, she still trusted me enough to be vulnerable.
I don't deserve it. Don't deserve her honesty or her fear or the way she asked if I was okay when she's the one being hunted.
My phone sits heavy in my hand. Screen glowing in the dark.
I start typing: I miss you.
Delete it.
I was wrong about everything.
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