Lynda woke early the next morning, long before the sun touched the curtains. For the first time in weeks, she did not wake up with a heavy chest or a racing mind. She lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, letting that rare, quiet peace settle deep inside her bones. Maybe it had something to do with the conversation she had with Lukas last night. Or the way he had taken her hand, steady and honest, rounding her in a way she had not felt for a long time. Or maybe, honestly, it was just ...