Ciara's POV

I barely slept last night. I missed Wade more than I expected. It's strange how quickly I got used to falling asleep in his arms. Just thinking about him stirred something in me, part of me already wanted to forgive him.

I had to remind myself something Vera had said, how she met Wade when he was eighteen. That hit me like a lightbulb.

It put things into perspective. He always came off so powerful, so commanding, that I often forgot how young he really was. Still growing. Still ...