Daphne’s POV
The golden rays of the setting sun filter through my window, casting long shadows across the room. I sit on the edge of the bed, completely zoned out, my thoughts spiraling. I had hoped that sleep would erase the memories of last night—Miles' confession, his sudden declaration of love. But it lingers, unsettling and persistent.
I don’t trust him. I’d be a fool to believe anything he says. And yet… a small, foolish part of me wants to. A part of me longs to believe that he meant every word. That he truly loves me. That I could wrap my arms around him and finally say what I’ve been suppressing for so long. But what if it’s all a lie? What if I let myself fall, only to be humiliated?
Frustration coils inside me, and I push myself off the bed, pacing the room. My bare feet make
