KIERAN’S POV
The sun hadn’t fully cleared the horizon when I laced my running shoes.
The air was still thick with the residue of night, the scent of saltwater lingering over the island.
Running had always been my method of processing thoughts, a rhythm to chase clarity, and clear my head before the chaos of the day demanded my attention.
And gods knew I needed a clear head after the last couple of days.
I slipped out of the villa quietly, careful not to disturb anyone still asleep.
My mother would have left for her usual early walk, but I knew my father and Daniel would be asleep till the sun hung high in the sky.
I envied them, wishing I could give myself to the oblivion of sleep. My thoughts, however, refused to rest.
Sera’s words from last night echoed, repetitive and punishing: I’ve let go.
She had moved on, yet the mere sound of her voice lingering in the hall felt like a tether around my chest.
