Chapter 92 Threads Between Us
- Luna's POV
- Every morning, the moment I unlocked the glass doors, the space filled with noise—Clara’s sharp voice reminding couriers to hurry, Anne’s laughter bouncing off the high walls, Noah humming while unboxing supplies, the constant ping of my phone with customer requests.
- It was chaos, the kind of chaos I once thought would crush me. Now, strangely, it gave me life.