Leena's POV
The subsequent days were a peculiar haze of recovery and discomfort.
Eric allowed me more space than I anticipated.
He didn’t push for conversations, didn’t intrude on my quietness.
He just existed close by, a calm, consistent presence that never demanded more than I was prepared to offer.
I appreciated that.
I roamed his penthouse, getting to know its vast spaces and glass walls that offered a stunning vista of the city skyline.
It seemed almost excessively lavish, too pristine, as if entering a realm where the disorder of my history could not touch me.
Yet beneath the surface, I understood more.
My history had not finished with me yet.
Every night, as I nestled under the fresh sheets, I anticipated the nightmares to arrive, and they did.
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