Chapter 22 A Gentle Touch
- Naomi's POV
- The soft hum of the city outside was a stark contrast to the quiet calm of the apartment. I watched the world below pass by without me as I stood by the window. Elijah had secured a quiet, anonymous place, but the silence only made the pandemonium inside of me worse.
- I was free, wasn’t I? Free to breathe, to paint, to rebuild. Yet freedom felt heavier than I had imagined.