. Hayden’s POV
I woke up early, the first rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. The packhouse was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt peaceful rather than lonely. I slipped into my running gear and headed outside, the crisp morning air filling my lungs as I started my run.
I usually did a couple of laps around the packhouse, but today, something felt different. After ten laps, I wasn’t out of breath. I wasn’t even tired. It was strange—I hadn’t run in weeks, and yet, my body felt stronger, more resilient than ever.
As I slowed to a walk, my mind racing with questions, I felt it—that familiar sensation of being watched. My eyes instinctively went to the fourth floor, where Silas stood by the French window, his figure silhouetted against the morning light. He was smiling, hi
