Sonia’s POV
The morning light spilled softly through the curtains, the pale gold brushing against my face and the edge of the sheets like the whisper of a secret I hadn’t yet decided to keep. I stirred slowly, reluctant to leave the warmth of my bed, the echo of last night still humming quietly somewhere inside me.
Alexander’s laughter, low, rich, teasing, lingered in my mind. The way he’d looked at me across the restaurant table, his eyes filled with that patient warmth that made everything else blur around the edges. The way his hand had brushed mine as we walked out into the cool night air. How it wasn’t fireworks this time, it was calm, steady, and safe.
But even with all that softness inside me, there was a heaviness I couldn’t shake. Molly’s words from the day before… they’d found
