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Lena's POV

The apartment was quiet, too quiet. That kind of stillness that makes one feel like walking on the edge of a cliff, unsure if one wrong step would send them plummeting. But it wasn't the house that had me on edge; it was Liam.

I stood in the kitchen, fingers wrapped tightly around a coffee mug, but it was more for comfort in holding onto something than any real need for caffeine. The sun filtered in through the windows, casting soft light upon the countertops, but doing little for the tightness in my chest.

Zara was back. The thought of her sent a rush of unease through me. I’d known this day would come, but somehow, knowing and facing it head-on were two entirely different things.

“Lena, you okay?" Liam's voice finally broke through my thoughts, and I turned to him standing in the doorway. His gaze was steady, but I saw the hesitation in his eyes. He wasn't blind. He knew something was wrong.