Amelia POV

There was a storm coming.

Not the kind you could see on the horizon or smell in the air, but the kind that lived in silences, in pauses stretched too long, in conversations that ended before they truly began. I felt it every time Ethan’s jaw tightened just a fraction too much, every time his eyes lingered on nothing and everything at once.

The city moved as usual—cars honking, people laughing, life continuing—but beneath it all, something was coiling, waiting.

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