CHAPTER 227 — Dawn in Your Arms

Morning slipped into the room without asking permission, filtering through the open curtains like a timid light that seemed to respect the silence of that bed, as if it didn’t know—or didn’t dare to know—that this space no longer belonged to yesterday’s world. Something had happened there that neither light nor time could erase. There was skin that still remembered the other’s shape, and silence that still vibrated with promises never spoken aloud, but deeply fel