FAZER LOGINI held on until I couldn’t anymore. Until the memories hurt more than they healed. Until surviving required letting him go.He’s still standing where I once stood. Still holding on. Still grieving... and somehow, knowing that, seeing it, makes my heart burn and soften at the same time.I take a smal
His eyes are distant. Like he’s here physically but mentally trapped somewhere far away. Somewhere where Chloe is still alive.I swallow hard, my gaze sweeping the room again. The room It isn’t just frozen in time. It’s a shrine. A graveyard of memories he refuses to bury.I can’t stop the gasp tha
It’s been hours since I crawled into bed, and yet sleep refuses to come anywhere near me. Blackie is curled against my ribs, purring softly in her dreams, while I lie wide awake, staring at the shadows dancing across the ceiling like taunts.I’ve tried everything. Soft music, counting sheep, medita
I start reading. My voice is a little shaky at first, but it steadies as the story unfolds. It’s some fantasy adventure about a boy and a dragon. The kind of story that would have lit my imagination on fire as a kid.At some point, I feel Noah’s gaze on me. It’s not heavy. Not intense. Just there. W
We stand at the door and wave as the car drives away. The moment the taillights disappear, the air in the house changes. It’s like someone lets go of a held breath. I exhale slowly and so does Noah.“That was…” I start, then stop. “Unexpected.”“That’s one word for it,” he mutters.I can’t tell if h
Aunt Ava nods slowly. Uncle Rowan too... But their eyes say they’re not convinced.“And are you recovering well?” Uncle Rowan asks, gaze flicking to my cast.“Yes,” I say, grateful for the safer topic. “The doctor said I’m healing nicely.”Damn. I’ve had dinner with Aunt Ava and Uncle Rowan more tim







