The weeks had passed like a strange dream—slow, foggy, and tangled in quiet moments that seemed both too fragile to touch and too powerful to ignore. Kingsley was no longer the shattered man Katherine had found that night on the roadside. He wasn't whole either. But there was... stillness in him now. A kind of calm that unnerved her.

It was a Saturday morning when she arrived again. The sun was barely up, but she'd already cooked his favorite—sweet potato hash with ...