Isla's POV:I woke up Monday morning feeling lighter.My eyes were swollen from crying and my throat was raw from talking for hours, but something fundamental had shifted.Telling Callum the truth had lifted a weight I didn't realize was crushing me. He believed me, he held me while I broke down and didn't treat me like I was broken or insane.I found him in the kitchen already awake, making coffee in the quiet early morning. He looked up when I walked in and our eyes met.Everything between us felt different now. He knew all my secrets. The death, the time travel, the pregnancy loss, the real reason behind everything I'd done since waking up in this timeline.“Morning,” he said quietly.“Morning,” I said back, still getting used to using my voice with him.He poured a second cup of coffee and slid it across the counter to me. We sat at the island together in silence for a moment, both of us processing everything that had been said yesterday.“I have questions,” Callum said finally.“
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