Chapter 59 The Shape Of Morning
- Kieran P.O.V.
- I woke up to light streaming through the window.
- For a few seconds, I don’t move, not because I’m afraid to disturb anything, but because the moment feels worth keeping. The kind of quiet morning most people take for granted. Sunlight rests warm across the bed, catching in Amelia’s dark hair as it spills over the pillow and turns the whole room a soft honey color.