Amelia POV

Morning light crept through the curtains slowly, slipping across the sheets in thin pale lines. I blinked awake with a dull heaviness behind my eyes, the memory of last night settling over me like unwanted fog. Ethan’s quiet disappointment, my inability to explain myself, the ache of secrets I didn’t understand—all of it clung to me as I pushed myself upright.

Today, I promised myself, I would apologize. I would at least try to close the space between us, even if every instinct ...