AMELIA POV

I've been pacing the penthouse for hours. Kitchen to living room. Living room to window. Window back to kitchen.

My phone sits on the counter. Silent.

Harper called three times. I didn't answer. What could I say? Daniel's meeting his manipulative ex-fiancée alone and I'm going insane waiting?

The elevator dings.

I spin around. Daniel steps out.

He looks exhausted but whole. No visible damage. No defeat in his eyes.

I ran to him. He catches me. Pulls me tight against his ...