Jordan’s POV
The road home felt longer that night.
The rain had started again, thin streaks sliding across the windshield, the wipers keeping time like a slow heartbeat.
But my head wasn’t on the road. It was on her.
Elle.
And the girl in the back seat of my mind, Amelia.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop seeing her face. Those eyes. That soft frown when she slept. The way her nose wrinkled just before she smiled.
It was too familiar. Too much like someone I’d lost a long time ago.
Layla.
God, I hadn’t said her name out loud in years.
She’d been gone for so long that sometimes I wondered if I’d made her up. My wife, the one I buried in my heart. The one I thought I’d never see again.
But then Elle came into my life, same warmth, same fire, same quiet strength. From the
