Chapter 31 Healing Looks Good On Me

• Zara held her phone, her thumb hovering, poised. Behind her, Leo’s tall figure was partially reflected. He wore a black fitted tee, his toned bicep resting lazily around her waist. He didn’t say a word he didn’t need to. He was the calm in the storm she used to live in.
• The photo was casual. Effortless. The kind of picture that looked like it wasn’t planned, when in reality, they’d taken seventeen versions before landing on this one.
• Her caption was already typed: