Chapter 60

• The light from the evening filled the windows and spilled into the living room in a golden warmth. Amara sat on the couch, legs tucked under, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea. Leo stood in front of the window, turned away from her, his tension palpable. The space between them was filled with unspoken words, words that hung heavily with the baggage of the past.
• "You wanted to talk," Amara whispered, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her chest.
• Leo slowly swiveled, his gaze meeting hers. The years had treated him well, but she could see the shadows in his eyes—the same shadows that had haunted him since they were teenagers. "Yeah," he replied, his voice rough. "I. I have something to say."