Chapter 96 The Unasked Question

• The days moved by slowly, wrapped in a quiet, gentle routine. Every night, Zara would lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, her phone pressed to her ear. On the other end was Leo.
• Sometimes they talked for hours about old memories, work, their families, and how messy life had become. Other times, they said almost nothing at all. Just breathing together and letting the silence stretch between them.
• But it wasn’t an empty silence. It was soft and steady, like a blanket. It made her feel safe. Warm and less alone.