Daphne’s POV
I let out a soft breath, sinking a little deeper into the couch as I stared at the curtains fluttering from the breeze. For the first time in a long while, it felt like things were beginning to settle. Reynold had finally listened—really listened—and left the country to begin treatment. It wasn’t easy, but he did it. And I was proud of him. This was what I wanted for him all along. Healing.
“What are you thinking about?” Miles asked as he stepped into the room.
I turned to him with a faint smile. “Nothing, really. Just… glad things are finally falling into place.”
He walked closer, but as he reached for me, I subtly shifted away. His smile faltered.
“I still haven’t forgiven you for the divorce papers,” I said, my tone cool but calm.
His brows furrowed. “But I thought…”
