บททั้งหมดของ Crossed Lines: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 95

POV: ElaraThe cabin was quiet except for the soft, uneven rhythm of the rain.It had started not long after sunset, a slow drizzle at first, then a steady pour that blurred the world beyond the windows into streaks of silver and shadow. Elara sat curled on the small couch, barefoot, knees drawn to her chest, a wool blanket draped loosely around her shoulders.Her laptop glowed faintly on the coffee table, untouched for nearly an hour. The lines of code she’d been writing swam on the screen, sharp and ordered, everything she’d once been proud to control. But tonight, it just looked like noise.She closed the lid gently, exhaling into the quiet.For the first time in what felt like years, there was no deadline chasing her, no boardroom waiting, no Clarisse lurking in the background of every thought. There was just the soft hum of the storm, the warmth of the blanket, and the sharp ache of missing someone she shouldn’t have let matter this much.Her eyes flicked toward the phone lying b

POV: ElaraThe road unfurled like a ribbon of silver beneath the morning sun.Elara drove with the window half-open, letting the cold wind tangle through her hair, the kind of chill that sharpened every breath. The world outside was a blur of pines, frost-dusted meadows, and long shadows that stretched across the highway.It was early — too early for traffic, too late for stillness. Just her, the hum of the engine, and the slow rhythm of her thoughts.She hadn’t told anyone she was coming back. Not Damon, not Hailey. Not even herself, not until she was already an hour down the road, with her suitcase in the backseat and her heart sitting somewhere between her ribs and the horizon.The mountains faded in her rearview mirror, replaced by the subtle rise of the city skyline, faint and far but growing. Each mile pulled her closer to everything she had run from; the noise, the headlines, the weight of being seen.But it didn’t feel like running anymore.It felt like choosing.She thought o