Amelia’s POV

Ronan’s house was quieter than I expected.

It was that peaceful kind of silence.

It felt heavy.

It was the kind of silence that pressed against your chest and reminded you that pain had recently passed through and hadn’t fully left yet.

I stood just inside the doorway for a moment, taking him in.

He sat on the edge of his bed, his shoulders hunched slightly and bandages wrapped tight around his ribs and his left arm secured in a sling.

His face was filled with bruises ...