Adina's POV

I watched Quinn slowly regain her composure, her shoulders rising and falling with deep, steady breaths. The faint hope in her eyes was fragile, like glass that could shatter with the wrong pressure, but it was there. And after everything she had endured, after everything Jackson had done to her, even a flicker of hope felt like a miracle.

For a few quiet seconds, we simply sat together, letting the weight of everything settle. The room felt heavy yet strangely calm, as though the ...