Chapter 48 Is It A Coincidence?

• A few days ago, Serena had pressed a beautifully wrapped box into my hands, her voice soft yet firm — the kind of tone that didn’t leave room for refusal.
• “Rae, take these to Darius yourself,” she said with a knowing smile. “It’s from the family. You should be the one to deliver it.”
• I knew what she was really doing. This wasn’t about gifts. This was her attempt to bridge the silent distance between Darius and me — to nudge us toward something that had long since fallen apart.