Lior’s POV
The morning sun glints across the open field, its light brushing the tips of the grass like liquid gold. My eyes sweep over the group scattered ahead, laughter rising and falling with the breeze. Everything looks easy, bright. It should feel like any other morning here—except my mind keeps circling back to her.
Lila.
Her voice from last night plays again in my head, soft and unguarded: “Thank you for being there for me.”
The words echo like a pulse, steady and real.
A slow smile creeps across my lips as I think about that moment—the way her eyes had shimmered in the moonlight, the quiet between us heavy with something neither of us dared name. Pride stirs quietly inside me. Maybe for once, I’d been exactly where she needed me to be.
I turn, scanning the field—and then I se
