Sonia’s POV
He didn’t say anything while we walked.
He didn’t have to.
His hand stayed wrapped around mine, warm, steady, anchoring me in a way I hadn’t felt in days. Every step felt louder, like the hallway was holding its breath with us. He walked slowly too, almost cautiously… as though if he moved too fast, I might slip away again.
It was strange, how silence could feel so heavy and soft at the same time.
Then he stopped in front of his main study door.
My heart skipped.
He never brought anyone in there willingly. Not Molly, not past flings, no one.
But he pushed the door open without hesitation… and guided me inside.
The room smelled like him, cedar, ink, warm paper, and something clean and impossibly familiar. Sunlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, dust motes dri
