Luca's POV
I wasn’t expecting to see Astrid at her desk when I walked into her room. The sight froze me in my tracks, and for a long moment, I just stood there, staring at her like a fool. She was working—actually working. Fingers flying across the keys of her system like she hadn’t been out of commission for weeks. Like she hadn’t been a ghost of herself since the accident.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice coming out low and uneven.
She looked up, blinking at me with that same sharpness I used to know, the kind that could pin someone in place with nothing but a glance. “What do you mean?” Her tone was calm, almost puzzled. “I’m working.”
Working. Just like that, as if nothing had changed. Relief hit me first, a rush so intense it nearly buckled my knees. She remembered. She
