ISABELLA POVThe smell of cinnamon and coffee drifted into the room like a memory I couldn’t place.I stirred beneath the covers, disoriented for a second before I remembered where I was. Xavier’s penthouse. The unfamiliar ceiling, the too-soft mattress, the silence that felt like it was waiting to be broken.I sat up slowly. The robe clung to my skin, still carrying the scent of last night’s tears. My eyes were swollen, gritty. But the house was awake. I could hear Eva’s giggles echoing from the kitchen, followed by the low hum of Xavier’s voice.For a moment, I just sat there, listening.Her laughter..pure, bright…wrapped around my bruised chest like a balm. There was no pain in it, no confusion. Just joy.I padded out barefoot, the marble floor cool beneath me. As I reached the kitchen doorway, I paused.Xavier was standing at the stove, sleeves rolled up, flipping pancakes with theatrical flair. Eva sat on the counter beside him, legs swinging, a flour smudge on her cheek and her
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