Amara’s POV

The snow crunched softly beneath our feet as we made our way back home. Eli was ahead of us, still giggling as he scooped little piles of snow into his gloves, tossing them into the air like he was celebrating. Cassian slowed his stride until he was walking beside me. For a moment, neither of us spoke. I focused on the sound of Eli’s laughter, using it as a shield against the silence stretching between us.

Then Cassian’s voice cut through, low and steady.

“What’s your ...