Daniel's POV

I stare at Amelia's text at 1:27AM.

Goodnight, Daniel.

Two words. Simple. Final.

But they're the first personal message she's sent since I handed her divorce papers eight months ago.

I should sleep. Should let the conversation end. Should maintain the distance that's probably healthier for both of us.

Instead, I read through our entire exchange. Every message. Every deflection. Every moment of honesty.

I'm terrified.

She admitted that. To me. After everything I did, she still ...