Sophia’s P.O.V

When Tristan finally stepped into my vision, I froze. My breath hitched, and my heart pounded so loud it drowned out everything else. This wasn’t the man I remembered. The tall, proud, confident man who used to stand like the world owed him something…he was gone.

What stood before me was… broken. He looked thinner, his cheeks hollow, his hair cropped unevenly like someone had hacked at it in a hurry. There were bruises along his jaw, faint but undeniable. ...