Amelia POV

Two years changed everything.

Paris no longer felt like a place we had fled to in fear. It had become home in the quiet, steady way I once believed was impossible for us. The mornings were soft here. Light filtered through tall windows, pale and forgiving, spilling over wooden floors and white curtains that moved gently with the breeze. I woke each day to the sound of the city breathing—cars in the distance, footsteps on cobblestone, the hum of life continuing without ...