Chapter 45
- At dawn, the room was bathed in a soft, silver glow, and Delilah moved quietly through it, careful not to disturb Marco, who lay sprawled across his side of the bed, still fast asleep.
- She had watched him come to bed late the night before, exhaustion written across his face.
- His steady breathing now filled the quiet space, a gentle rhythm that made her pause by the edge of the bed, just looking at him for a moment.