Miles’s POV
“Daphne, are you okay?” I asked, concern thick in my voice. She didn’t answer immediately—just looked at me, her eyes searching mine like she was trying to find something she’d lost. Or maybe… something she’d just remembered.
“My Miles,” she whispered, and my heart stumbled in my chest. My lips parted. I froze. Could this be it? Her eyes shimmered with tears. “Miles,” she said again, softer this time, her voice trembling.
“Daphne,” I breathed her name. A single tear rolled down from the corner of her eye, and before I could process it, she threw her arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace.
“Miles, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she kept repeating through broken sobs, her grip tightening like she never wanted to let go. “I should’ve remembered you the moment I saw you. I
