Victor’s POV
I did not rush after she stepped out of the car.I watched her walk away first.There was something in the way she moved that told me everything I needed to know. The hesitation, the weight in each step and the way she did not look back right away, like she knew if she did, she might not leave at all.
That alone was enough to settle something in me. She was already too deep in this.Whether she admitted it or not.
I leaned back in the driver’s seat, my hands resting loosely on the wheel as I let out a slow breath. The morning felt quiet, almost deceptively calm, like the world had not yet caught up with what had been set in motion.
Last night replayed in fragments.For the first time, there had been no confusion in her eyes. No haze, no excuse, no way for her to pretend it ha
