I saved Hadrian’s number without thinking, my fingers moving automatically. But the moment his name appeared on my screen, I hesitated. Should I reach out first? The question tormented me, unraveling any hope of sleep. I wasn’t sure if I could forgive him for what he had done, yet my pulse quickened at the thought that he hadn’t given up on us. Still, there was Kenzo—subtle but relentless, weaving himself into my thoughts with every small, deliberate action. He was drawing me in, his ...