Chapter 58

Chapter 58: His Name, Her Fire The moment Luca’s footsteps vanish beyond the security-sealed doors, Lena’s strength folds in on itself like paper set aflame. She collapses against the plush velvet of the living room sofa, her body sinking deep into its cold luxury. Her arms wrap around her own frame, clinging to a sense of composure that slips further through her fingers with every second that ticks by. The silence is brutal, too loud, too stark. And in it, she feels it—the ache—the hollow, excruciating pull in her chest that won’t stop gnawing.